The other day, I discovered that my handicapped parking permit had expired in July. Not that it should matter, because I am going no where--no where, at all.
But what if I did need to go to a doctor in an emergency, which I won't, because I am in Hospice. But, really-- what if? And my daughter found a handicap space, she got me in the wheel chair, and we had no permit and .....
One of the deadly sins to me, is to use a space to which you are not entitled; interpreted broadly, it is fair to say that I value integrity above all other virtues. And so for good measure, I contacted the Ohio Bureau of Motor vehicles. (Permit division).
(They answer their phone, which is more than I can say for their drivers' liscence division. Mine is due to renew on October 20, and because there is no circumstance in the world to get me behind the wheel, I do need a valid ID, I suppose.)
Back to the permit people. I gave them the id# on the card, and explained that I was sure I had had the request to my doctor before July rolled around, and that he had returned it. Needless to say, I was a little preoccpied at the time. They had no record of this, so they will send me a new request form. Don't hold your breath, it will be sent in two to three weeks time.
P.S. I reached Susan Hospice on Friday afternoon and the table was delivered at 7:00 p.m. It's working great.