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Life is Like a Parking Lot.

The lot has a series of handicapped spots. In fact there is only one spot in the lot that isn’t handicapped. Everyone else has a handicapped permit besides your own sorry-ass self. If you were to park in a handicapped spot, there would be a serious fee. No one want’s fees. No one. 

But you can’t find that handicap-free spot. 

Everyday you are shuffling.