Like others here in the USA, I got my drivers license when I was 16… (1990).
Twenty-some years ago, I sprained a wrist or finger or thumb or foot or something, and I visited a local clinic to get it looked at. When I was there, I told the doctor my entire story of my “falling (a pretty-good distance) out of a tree” when I was 10, spending a month on a coma and leaving my brain with a permanent bruise on the left-frontal lobe. The doctor at the clinic (after telling my “impressive story”) gave me a sheet to take to the DMV and I’ll get handicap parking. Went there to turn the paper in and I received a handicap hang-tag that had the word PERMANENT on it. I asked the lady…
“Why does this say ‘Permanent’? How long is it good for?”
“You can park in handicap spots for the rest of your life.”
So, after having the hang-tag in my car for some years, I thought…
“If I have a ‘permanent’ hang-tag, does it mean I could just go and get a handicap license plate?”
Well…. YES… Yes I can!
That is what I did. That is what I still have today.
See? Being handicap is cool… 😉