Unable To See The Disabled

| Antwerpen, Belgium | Friendly | October 31, 2015

(I’m out shopping with my mum and pull in the last space reserved for disabled people. My mum is a card holder and I’m used to dirty looks when I get out, clearly able. Note: my mum is able to walk a few paces but by no means a whole store. When I stop the car, I hear honking but it is on a busy road and I don’t think anything of it. I go to the back of the car and see a car behind us indicating they want the space which I ignore.)

Other Driver: “You need to move.”

Me: “No, I don’t.”

Other Driver: “You can’t park here. You need to move.”

(I proceed to open the trunk, revealing a clearly visible wheelchair.)

Other Driver: “You really need to move your car.”

Me: “No, I don’t.”

(By now I’m offloading the wheelchair.)

Other Driver: “Look, lady, you need to move you’re a**. My mother can’t walk that far.”

Me: “I’m sorry that all reserved spaces are taken but I’m not moving. My mother is restricted as well and we were here first.”

(I’m getting seriously annoyed dealing with that woman all the while handling a heavy chair that I’m not used to handling, but manage to keep my voice calm.)

Other Driver: “Lady, you are moving now or I call the cops on you.”

Me: *finally managed to get the chair out and closing the car* “Look, if you think it will help your cause, you are free to call the police. There is nothing they can do as we have a valid card and I’m sure they will want to see yours as well. They will not handle it lightly if they have to come for nothing.”

(I didn’t notice any official registration on their car and they took off, still pissed. Not known for her patience, mum made her way to the back of the car and got on her chair.)

Mum: “What was that about?”

Me: “Oh, some lady that thought she was more entitled to this space as we are and thought she could scare me away.”

(We didn’t see any police.)

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