When a car pulls into that blue handicap spot in the grocery parking lot, what do you do? Do you watch and wait and evaluate whether the party who emerges from that car has sufficient woes to justify his or her decision to park so close?
May I venture that, for most people who park in handicap spots, they are not happy about their status. They do what they need to do, and it matters — more than you know, more than they admit — what you think of them. So ignore their apparatus and summon up your kindest, most generous thoughts, lest you be the one who needs that handicap spot.