Your story sounds a lot like mine. I hope you are doing better these days...I am. But these people do love to get in your face when they think you’re breaking the rules.
I always tell them, “There’s a reason the state issues the tags and plates. It’s so I don’t have to explain myself to jerks. My health issues are nunya bidness, so flake off.”
I don’t have to listen to the jerks, because I’m the guy parking my car at the far outside part of the parking lot, so those same jerks don’t destroy my property with their car doors.
My Mariner is seven years old now, and it doesn’t have a scratch on it. It looks brand new.
I’ve never been a big fan of the handicapped parking spaces. What difference does it make if you can park 20 feet from the entrance of a super-market with long isles you have to traverse to do your business. If you can traverse the interior of the store, you can get to the front door.
I don’t begrudge anyone using the spaces, so don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to put anyone down here. I just can’t use them myself, and I could probably get one.
I do fairly well these days. I get sores once in a while that won’t go away. I’ve got on now in the inside of my right foot that I’ve had since mid-January.