When I was in the Marine Corps, the first sergeant would tell the sick, lame and lazy to fall out for sick-call. With the proliferation of handicap parking permits, I think the lazies are taking over. I know you can go to your doctor and if you are a good customer, he will give you a permit.
Solution: No more handicap permits. If you need help walking, walkers, crutches, walking cane or wheelchair, you park in the handicap spaces. The rest of you people get off your fat rump and hit the road.
The walk will be good for you.