Buzzcut stepped closer. “You know what? You don’t look that handicapped either.”
I steadied myself on the crutches. “I have a placard. You don’t.”
“Maybe you should mind your business.”
“This is my business. I’m asking you to move your vehicle.”
He looked at Red Cap. “She’s asking me to move.”
They both laughed again.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Buzzcut said. “We’re gonna go inside. You’re gonna forget this conversation. Deal?”
“No deal. Move your car or I’m reporting it.”
“Reporting it?” He stepped even closer. “To who? The parking police?”
“To security. And they’ll call a tow truck.”
Red Cap zoomed in with his phone. “Yo, this is gold. Karen on crutches.”
“I’m not—”
Buzzcut shoved my shoulder.
Not hard. But enough.
I was balanced on crutches. Favoring my injured leg.
I went down.
My crutches clattered against the asphalt. Pain shot through my knee as I tried to catch myself.
I hit the ground. Hard.
“Oops!” Buzzcut held up his hands in mock innocence. “Should’ve moved faster!”
Red Cap was still filming. “Oh man, did you get that? She just fell!”
They high-fived.
I lay there. Breathing through the pain. My knee was screaming.
A woman ran over from the parking lot. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”