Invisible Illness
My dad was driving around with his terminally ill friend. They needed to go to a pharmacy, and seeing as how my dad’s friend gets short of breath easily they were hoping for a handicap spot. Unfortunately, none were vacant so they had to park farther away.
As they were walking up to the store, a squat muscular man comes walking out of the pharmacy and starts to open up the door of his Ford F-150 parked in a handicap spot that he clearly didn’t need to be in (nor did he have a sticker). My Dad’s friend called out to him as he was getting in, “Excuse me?”
“Yes?”
“Is your handicap physical or mental?”
The guy’s face went white as a ghost and he quickly got into his truck and pulled away.
Story credit: Reddit / Jimmythejet