Life in a broken bureaucracy with a bendy and borked body
Wonderful comment and description of frustration at todays 'I demand it now' society.It's always bugged me why, at one of our local supermarkets, the parent and child parking spaces were placed nearer the entrance than the disabled spaces. I think they've since changed it but I try not to go there.
I'm another one obsessed with disabled loos. I have a Radar key so can theoretically help myself when out and about, IF there's a disabled loo to hand. Interestingly, disabled loos in shops often don't have a Radar lock fitted so you have to go and find the attendant to ask them to let you in, heaping humiliation on top of your need to wee. Then there's the award-winning restaurant in my town, now thankfully closed (it went bust). I went in there two years ago for lunch with someone - before we'd ordered I nipped to the disabled loo, which was so dirty I felt sick looking at it and decided not to use it. Plus it was jammed full of cardboard boxes - yes, the restaurant was using the disabled loo as storage space. I've actually had people shout at me for having the temerity to use the disabled loo. Clearly I can't possibly be disabled if I'm not in a wheelchair and therefore can't be entitled. All I can say is I'd rather not have an epileptic seizure in a regular loo - this happened to a friend of mine and she ended up with several broken bones from fitting in a cramped space and also had to be rescued by paramedics as she ended up wedged between the loo and the wall. So, yeah, I use the disabled loos - if I'm going to have a seizure in a public toilet I'm less likely to injure myself in one that has more space than average.
I had a similar thing with a disabled parking bay at Asda with a woman and small child apparently there were no parent and child places left so she parked in disabled.So I walked into the store and while she was loading the child into her pushchair Security came along and moved her.The language she used was very colourful to say the least...xx
Merry Christmas to you, Bendy Girl.
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