I’m a big fan of the improvised weapon feat.
I hope she got him in the throat.
My personal rule is to never assume someone isn’t handicapped when in a disabled seat or parking etc. Disability comes in many forms, often invisible.
My father-in-law has disabled vet plates, which helps avoid confusion, but to look at him you wouldn’t assume he’s disabled.
I used to be that guy, all self-righteous that someone could take a handicapped spot without visible disability, until someone called me on it. So embarrassing, but completely deserved and a valuable lesson
I don’t know if we can generalize from my personal experience but at the time, I leaned more conservative. My outrage was that someone broke the rules, was getting away with something unless someone called them on it. Of course now I understand the result is more important than the rules, that people can have all sorts of physical limitations, visible and invisible, that most people do the right thing most of the time, and “who am I to judge?”
Not all handicaps are visible. I know someone, quite young (mid-30s) and very healthy-looking. But she has a bad tension: if she stays standing for too long, it’s very uncomfortable and she may even faint. Older people feel entitled to take her seat and don’t understand when she refuse.
as a college student with arthritis I feel this one. still haven’t gotten used to asking for a seat on the bus
If someone is taking a spot I’m going to default with the assumption that they need it for some reason. It’s an honor code and you hope most using the spaces aren’t abusing the privilege.
Long time ago I witnessed a fight over who is more handicapped and thus allowed to sit on the handicapped space in a tram. It was… something.
Technically, the one who loses the fight should be the one who gets to use the seat.
I was so hoping the second image was going to say “I threw my leg at some snarky bastard on the train”
My niece was stopped in the corridor at school by a teacher who shouted “are you deaf or something?”
My niece removed her hearing aids, slowly.
This is a crazy story and all, but I can’t help but notice that there are like 5 usernames on-screen for a single post, and I have no idea which is supposed to be the OP.
This reminds me of what happened to me many years ago. I was riding a moderately packed tram to school, still half asleep, when a guy came up to me and showed me an ID card. I thought he was a ticket inspector and so I look my pass and showed it to him. He nodded and went away.
Only after a few seconds my brain finally managed to decipher what was written on his card - that he’s disabled. So obviously I jumped up and lead him to my seat with apologies, but I found it hilarious how we both apparently misunderstood each of our ID’s, just in opposite directions.
