Just when I give the benefit of the doubt

gotta be careful with the handicap plates! I have one, I have a bad ticker and thanks to Fallujah, Iraq I also have PTSD. I don't normally park in the handicap slots, but if I'm not feeling great I may.
I had had a woman challenge me recently over my plates and my choice of parking. She got to see my "zipper" she also got to meet the "mean monster" that lives in my head. When it was over, she was bawling, and I had to go to the VA and be talked down. I have a feeling she'll think twice about ever saying something to anyone again. So I guess what I'm saying is, I'd be careful, you never know what snake might living in the can you're kicking.