I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Polite?

Americans typically, or maybe stereotypically, make complete fools of themselves when traveling abroad.  We're loud, we wear US flags for apparel, we wear cowboy hats, we drive giant wheeled tanks and call them SUVs, and we like to wage war on countries that look at us the wrong way.  For the record, I am loud and wear a cowboy hat only when riding mechanical bulls in Tijuana.  But this is about representing one's country, and representing it admirably.  This is for you, Canadian dad.

I took Audrey to school today, and as usual, the parking lot was a mess of minivans jockeying for dominant position like really crappy Tron lightcycles.  I coasted the family boat into an open berth and unloaded my precious cargo.  On the way into the school, I noticed some clown had parked in the handicapped spot.  No handicapped plates, no handicapped mirror tag.  A-hole.

Drop off Audrey, spot humiliated Canadian dad, decide not to mention how his country is stinking it up at their own Games.  Walk out to parking lot behind Cana-dad.  Wait...oh no you didn't, Cana-dad.  You parked in the handicapped spot?  You move out of America's attic and think you have some sort of diplomatic immunity that allows you act, and park, like an American?

Let me put it to you in a language you may understand.  Don't be a douche.  That's French, right?