Handicapped placard? Check.
Parked across five metered motorcycle spaces? Check.
It’s a douchebag grand slam! Also, I was shocked – shocked! – to discover that the Oompa-Loompa-hued owner of this vehicle was not, in fact, wheelchair-bound. She didn’t even have the courtesy to fake a limp as she strode out of the supermarket, carrying her groceries without visible impairment. I did throw her some malocchio, though…