Don't mean handicapped parking - even when my dad had the handicapped tag, when he got to the point of needing us to push him in the wheelchair, I'd park farther out, so someone who was not so moblie could use the Handicapped parking. I mean the chick with the 4" spike heels who is too good to park in the regular lot like the rest of us to get her coffee, and has to park on the curb. (well, I guess 'cause the walk in in those heels would be too much!)