“Think about it,” he’d said to Chub. “How many wheelchair people you actually see? And look how many thousands of parkin’ spaces they got. It don’t add up unless . . . “
“’Less
what?”
“Unless
those parkin’ spots ain’t really for the handicaps,” Bode had surmised
darkly. “What color’s them wheelchair
permits?”
“Blue.”
“Hmmm-mmm. And what color is the helmets worn by United
Nations troops?”
“F*ck
if I know. Blue?”
“Yessir! Bode Gazzer had shaken Chub by the arm. “Don’t you see, boy? There’s an invasion, who you think’s gonna be
parked in them blue wheelchair spaces?
Soldiers, that’s who. UN
soldiers!”
(from Lucky You by Carl Hiaasen)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
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