(Walking out to grab some carts, I see a customer with a valid temporary disability sticker park his large truck across both of our designated slots. He’s still in his truck when I approach him.)

Me: “Sir, I just wanted to let you know that you are parked in both of our slots.”

Customer: “So what?! I’m handicapped and need a spot. You can’t tell me that I can’t park here.”

Me: “Sir, I am just saying that you are in both spots and if another disabled person were to come by, they would not be able to get a wheelchair out of their vehicle.”

Customer: “Well f*** them, and f*** you too!”

(He immediately restarts his truck, backs up, and parks as completely through both spots as possible.)

Me: “Sir, don’t you think you may be going a little to far with this?”

Customer: “I told you to go f*** yourself!”

(He gets out of his truck and I see that his disability is a broken wrist. The cops at the other end of the lot had a little pink present for him when he came back out of the store, though.)