When I was in high school, our church group was on a trip. As we're pulling into a Burger King, I notice we're pulling into a handicapped spot (we're all in one big van). This parking in a handicapped spot is one of my pet peeves, I heckle our driver.
"Hey, you're not handi-e-eeeeeeee" as in midword, I notice that we have brought our spina bifida stricken student on her first youth church outing. Fortunately, she didn't hear me, but I still felt like I could be stomped by a smurf.