From my friend Pres.

And sumpin’ from Catfish.

Today I had to go to the Post Office. As I approached the entrance, I
noticed a driver looking for a parking space.

I flagged the driver and pointed out a handicap parking space that was
open and available.

The driver looked puzzled, rolled down her window and said, “I’m not
handicapped!”

Well, as you can imagine, my face was red! “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I saw
your Hillary bumper sticker, and I just assumed that you suffered from
some sort of mental disorder.”

She gave me the finger and screamed some nasty names at me.

Boy! Some people don’t appreciate it when you’re just trying to help them
out!