"I’m in love with a guy. He is perfect in almost every way. Handsome, good earner, athletic, interesting, not a drunk, reads The Atlantic. There’s one problem: if we’re in a crowded parking lot, he’ll go for the handicapped spots. He says that there are always too many of them and that they’re always empty. This makes me crazy. What should I do?"
---T. M., Los Angeles, Calif.
Dear T. M.,
Break his legs.
(From the What's Your Problem? column in the April issue of The Atlantic.)