When we were leaving, we saw a guy on a motorcycle park his bike in the disabled space beside where we we parked.  It seemed odd, I thought, but I have learned to not  to judge too quickly.  
The guy got off his bike and went and sat on the bench in front of us.  He reached down to his
 boots.
"Hey Dad!" Eric said, "he has a prosthetic leg!"
God bless him.
I was telling Jodie about him.  She wanted to know where he hung his disabled parking card.  We have gotten dinged before for not having ours visible.  He had a special disabled license plate.

 
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