Handicap Parking

This is going to be more of a rant than a blog post...so those who don't want to watch me have a verbal meltdown, stop reading.
To the dozens of idiots who think they should have a police badge but don't,
Yes I have a hadicap parking placard. I really didn't want it, but my doctor insisted...and he was right. There are times when it makes the difference between stoping for milk on the way home and not.
Yes, I am quite young. Brown hair, no real wrinkles yet...yes I have a handicap parking placard.
No, it's not my grandparent's...they're dead. No, it's not illegal for me to use my own placard.
Yes I have a disability, it's called Fibromyalgia. I'm sorry you've never heard of it. Yes it's real! No, not all disabilities are visible. Would you be saying that to a person with cardiac problems?
Go ahead and call the police. Since it's my placard it won't bother me a bit. Really...go ahead. OK, don't but if you don't stop harrassing me I'm going to call them.
Make a face at me and if I'm in a certain mood I will make one back. I let a lot roll off, and generally keep a good attitude, but if I'm achy and tired goodness knows what will happen. Don't act surprised when someone reacts to your pissy looks.
Please go away, you're shaking my faith in humanity.
Signed,
A cranky Raven