This makes me laugh

and remember when I drove a woman to a school meeting and she asked me why I had a handicapped placard in my car. I told her that my daughter was disabled due to severe epilepsy and the woman said, They give you a placard for that? Whether it was a testament to ignorance about the more severe forms of epilepsy or just gauche, I, being the weirdo that I am, wasn't insulted and exulted rather in the beauty of the anecdote. Because that's how people like me cope and, if we're lucky, fuel ourselves to write.

I saw this particular poster over at Maggie World and asked Maggie's mother where I could find it.

I think I'm going to order one.