The Stupid; it Paralyzes
I have a delightful patient in her 70s who contracted polio at the age of three. It left her with a somewhat weakened left leg and a lifelong pronounced limp, for which she very appropriately received a handicapped parking placard.
She complained that she had begun getting parking tickets of late. Apparently, there was some doubt about the legitimacy of her need for special parking accommodation. The process of getting the tickets dismissed included a telephone conversation with a
"So why do you need a handicapped parking placard?" asked the "nurse".
"I had polio as a child," replied my patient.
"Ah," came the response (over the phone, remember), dripping with sarcasm. "But how do I know you still have polio?"