The other night I went to Mad Mex. As usual, they got my order wrong (every single time my burrito comes out not vegan and I have to send it back), but that’s not what I’m bitching about here. The main source of my disgruntlement is what I encountered in the little girls’ room (or, as my Canadian [Asian nonetheless, naturally] date said, washroom). Two girls seemed to be hanging out in the handicapped stall, talking to each other and on the phone.
Unfortunately, I was not using my wheelchair that night- well, fortunately for them, but not for me and my purposes of spreading awareness- so I was fine using a regular stall. I alluded to my date that if I had been using my chair, I would have smacked ‘em. He said, “really?” and I conceded that I would have first knocked and told them I needed that stall, then smacked them if they were bitches about it.
Whenever I’m not wheelchairing it, I tend to encounter situations like that where I wish I was in my chair so I could raise hell- or more accurately (and constructively), awareness. Oh well; such is the life of a part-time walker. There will be many more such teachable opportunities in my wheelchairing future.
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