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Not my idea, but I'd like to get a pad of fake tickets and write him up for parking like a dickhead.
Once, about 10 or 12 years ago, I was taking my handicapped girlfriend home from her infusion treatment (Multiple Sclerosis) so we stopped for lunch at Wendy's. We pull in just in time to see a couple of chuds pull into the last available handicapped space in a shiny new work truck (F 250 with tool boxes and ladder rack). We parked across the parking lot. Back then she could still walk with a cane (she's wheelchair-bound now). The two said chuds sat down to eat, but I had other plans. We took ours to go, and I nonchalantly keyed the fuck out of the side of his shiny red paint high up on the door. My plan, had he seen me, was to wait for the cops to come. I'd cop to the keying, but he would have gotten a $250 ticket for not having a placcard. I realize it was kinda dumb because people are fucking crazy, and here in the US half of them are probably packing.