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Now, today's first story comes from Park Downtown 3937 and it's from our own subreddit

R slash mark narrations. If you want to share your own stories, please feel free to go over there

and share them. Always love to read them and it's titled Office Parking War.

Throw away because my brother thinks I'm an asshole and I don't need him chiming in.

I'm not asking if I am.

I-25 female work in an office.

The front of the office is for client parking only, so it doesn't overcrowed.

The back of the office has our employee parking.

The front of the office has three handicapped parking spots, and the back has none. It meets

whatever requirements it has to, technically. I lost both of my legs from the knees down in a terrible

accident as a teen, had to re-learn to walk, have constant pain, and can't go for long distances.

Carrying anything heavy is also a big challenge. I made

at work with my prosthetics and the occasional use of a wheelchair if my stumps really ache.

All that said, I never wear skirts or shorts. I don't like the stairs, the questions or the unsolicited

advice. When I started working my job, I asked if I would be parking out front, but my office just

gave me a reserved parking spot next to the back door instead.

They even hung a little sign that marks it as reserved.

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