Okay, this is the aunt that helped in the swindling of a wheelchair from Jefferson hospital so that we could wheel my grandmother to a bar, because she wanted a drink, but didn't feel that she could walk. (We left it in the hospital parking lot mind you, but STILL!)

So Christmas shopping today was a nightmare. She borrowed my grandmother's handicap tag and parked at Old Navy in a handicap spot. She got out and some guy around her age started screaming at her. "You're not handicap! You're not supposed to park there!" She froze, turned and looked him square in the eye. "The leg ISN'T real!" She barked back. The man's jaw dropped and he proceeded to apologize profusely. "It looks so real! I'm so-so sorry!" He bowed his head. "This is what years and years of physical therapy gets you." Without another word she turned heel and hurried into Old Navy and was out within 15 minutes.

Oh. This story made my day.