If I just had handicap plates..........no more searching for a parking spot near the entrace and a curb cut.
If I just had handicap plates..........no more pesky (undeserved) tickets.
If I just had handicap plates.......no more schleping children or one-ton strollers and backpacks across a parking lot.
If I just had handicap plates.......I could pretend I was normal.
So, as you can see, I finally did send in the form I got after I sent in the form, which had to be signed by the doctor, with the check. Of course, I did this incorrectly and got a call from the Secretary Of State's office. I took several days to get through to them, but apparently, I'd OVERpaid. Checked my mailbox every day for two weeks. And got these:
I immediately put them on the car. No easy feat, as the licensce plate screws had rusted in place. So I got the drill, to get those suckers undone. But then the extension cord was too short, so I had to turn on the car and move it....3 inches.
And then, I cried. Because I really do need them. Permanently.