Do not mess with an autism mommy. Rule number two: Do not mess with an autism mommy who just drove 7 1/2 hours through tornadoes to get home with her two kiddos after a spring break at Disney where said kiddo with autism had a fever the last two days.
Today someone broke rules one and two, and she was told in no uncertain terms that handicapped placards are for ALL people with handicaps, not just feeble minded old farts, who mess with autism mommies. If she was going to be crabby about it, she can take her crabby, old, wrinkly ass back up north where she came from. Otherwise, SHUT THE HELL UP! And to prove that I needed that spot, my darling son took off in the parking lot while she was reaming me with terms of endearment (like Sweetie), and I was chasing him down to put shoes on him.