People in supermarkets who give me horrible looks when I have my son stood in between my legs when im on the mobility scooters in the shop. Also in the shops when im in a wheelchair and have my daughter or son on my lap, I get looks as if im some kind of perv, this really pi$$es me off.
What you should do is point to the person and say loudly to one of your kids, "Is that the weirdo over there? If he (she) ever tries to talk to you again, run and tell me!"
Two of the ladies I've been married to have physical handicaps that legitimately qualify them for their tags to park in handicap zones--what my current wife and I call the "crippled and crazy" parking after a passing nosy Rosie once demanded, "Are you qualified to park there?" "Damn right," I said with a glare, "she's crippled with arthritis and I get psychotic flashbacks to the war when I talk to a**holes like you!"
Although it doesn't happen often, for some reason having some buttinski jump me over handicap parking just really chaps me. And it doesn't much matter who or why. There was one night when I was still married to my ex-wife when we took the family and some friends from out of town to this particular restaurant. There was a vacant handicapped parking space by the door that I pulled into, just as another vehicle passed behind us and parked in a regular parking space a few feet away. My ex had polio when she was just a baby and so has worn leg braces all her life and walks with a pronounced limp, so naturally she doesn't move fast or far. So we're milling around getting everyone out of the car when a one-legged guy on crutches gets out of the passenger side of the other car and yells, "How many handicapped people do you have in that car?" And I yell back, "How many does it take, big mouth?"
That sorta startled everybody, but what the hell. My wife quaified for that parking space, we had the legal sign for the car, I got there first, and I wasn't about to beg that joker's pardon or explain things to him when he could get around enough to pick fights and she had trouble walking.
I've since come up with a less in-your-face response, but haven't had a chance to use it yet. But the next time someone asks if I'm legally parked in a handicapped zone, I plan to ask him, "Are you a cop or are you just being nosy?"
Figure that should end the conversation right there.