Handicapped at the Mall

Today I had to go to the mall.
As I approached the entrance, I noticed a driver looking for a parking space. I flagged the driver and pointed out a handicap parking space that
was open and available.
The driver looked puzzled, rolled down her window and said, “I’m not handicapped!”
Well, as you can imagine, my face was red!
“Oh, I’m sorry” I said. “I saw your Obama bumper sticker and just assumed that you suffer from a mental disorder.”
She gave me the finger and screamed some nasty names at me.
Boy! Some people don’t appreciate it when you’re just trying to help them out!