Ugh!

You know I used to be able to drive.  I didn’t have to think about it.  That was long before the days of only being able to drive in the police lane.  I used to be able to weave in and out of lanes because I could feel what the other drivers were going to do.  I knew where they were, where they were going go go without thinking about it.

It’s what I loved about my Toyota’s they handled the road the way I llike.  I could make great lines with them.  I went to Target once, pulling into a parking spot.  The car next to me looked like they were going to mess their pants.  I hopped out knowing I had been inches from them, but I knew where they were and where my car was.  I knew it was not a problem for me.  It was a way I challenged myself.  Because I knew I could do it.  It was fun for me.

Too bad those days are gone.

In my previous blog I wrote about the abuse of the handicapped bathrooms.  When I took care of my mother, it used to make me insane that abled-bodied persons used the handicapped stall in what seemed for no other reason than to have an executive washroom.  I mean, bathrooms with 10 or more stalls completely empty, but you have to use the handicap stall?!  Ugh!

So, tonight – against my principles – I had to use the handicap stall.  Of course, I would never have thought about the picture on the other side of the wall.  Because my brain doesn’t work or think that way.  How could it?!  It can nor will never be woman for me?!  So, how could I possibly think like that?!

Dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of.  If you think about it, you’d understand.