She was a big woman. Not fat, no, rather ... imposing. She wore 50 as if it were tweed made for just her, she walked with a cane that was both practical and pretty at the same time. I was waiting just inside the door of Morrison's where were were picking up a couple of ready meals for supper. Joe was over at the Coinstar getting the 50 pounds of coins turned into pound notes. It's all so confusing.
I noticed her coming. Walking as fast as her disability would allow, she came from a parking spot well past the disabled parking. We had been lucky getting a spot just as someone pulled out. The disabled in Britian are all out and all parking all the freaking time. As she approached someone came out of the store, a spry young thing, carrying several bags of groceries. She openned the boot of her car and with practiced easy movement tossed the bags in back.
Lady in Tweed stopped and watched Pretty Young Thing and then looked over to me. "That's the great thing about this country, we've got the healthiest disabled people in the world." I laughed and said, "I've noticed that."
We chatted for a few seconds, I had to clarify that my accent was Canadian, not American, and in the end I said, "It's unfair that you couldn't find disabled parking."
She looked at me with some surprise, "I don't park in disabled parking."
Now I looked at her with some surprise, she clearly had a disability, she clearly used a mobility devise. She saw my look and said, "This," holding up her cane, "eliminates my disability. I leave the parking for those who need to be closer. And, besides, the lazy need a place to park too."