tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post8817433101315842512..comments2023-11-25T01:12:34.326+00:00Comments on Benefit Scrounging Scum: Bog Off! Exhibit 9-Go Elsewhere!BenefitScroungingScumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08939136229593231935noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post-20690631532091702202008-12-24T13:31:00.000+00:002008-12-24T13:31:00.000+00:00Merry Christmas to you, Bendy Girl.Merry Christmas to you, Bendy Girl.James Highamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post-68300671558023671642008-12-23T14:49:00.000+00:002008-12-23T14:49:00.000+00:00I had a similar thing with a disabled parking bay ...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.<BR/><BR/>So I walked into the store and while she was loading the child into her pushchair Security came along and moved her.<BR/><BR/>The language she used was very colourful to say the least...xxDark Sidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01041020755058214988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post-14766695882819317022008-12-22T22:10:00.000+00:002008-12-22T22:10:00.000+00:00I'm another one obsessed with disabled loos. I hav...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. <BR/><BR/>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. <BR/><BR/>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.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09575696613288942467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post-35603713177195240142008-12-22T20:56:00.000+00:002008-12-22T20:56:00.000+00:00Wonderful comment and description of frustration a...Wonderful comment and description of frustration at todays 'I demand it now' society.<BR/><BR/>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.Dave the Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14347556208368236933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34940564.post-48351460214702279512008-12-22T18:54:00.000+00:002008-12-22T18:54:00.000+00:00Excellent!! :)Excellent!! :)Casdokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03497897393162856190noreply@blogger.com