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We live in a world full of strangers; is that person hitting the door-open button lazy, or does he or she have disability that we can't see? Or maybe this is Back Spasm Day, but they had to come to work anyway and they're moving as carefully as possible. In situations like this, I cut a lot of breaks for people I don't know, which on your typically crowded city street is nearly everybody.
People I _do_ know, that's something else. I used to work Saturdays a lot in this one office building that had handicapped spaces in the front row. The parking lot was usually 3/4 empty, and there was this one woman who would always park in a handicapped spot rather than easily-available spots 20 feet further away, on the other side of the traffic aisle. I know, it was Saturday and those handicapped spaces probably would not be used. But it was so typical of her -- she was a corner-cutter who put out as little effort as she could get away with on the job and constantly tried to push her work onto other people.
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