I think you are onto something. When I see the entire front of the post office in empty blue parking spots, I park in one for the 20 second run in, and frankly I’d have to be on my last legs to even want a sticker. Half of being handicapped is your attitude, and with that sticker in the window you can put a fork in it. You are done.
Wow, really? I'll be sure to tell my wife that her paralysis wouldn't be so limiting if she didn't have such a crummy attitude.
I hope you never reach the point where you have to use one.