I have always heard this phrase used when you are the last person the leave a restaurant or bar, until today. It now fits another experience I survived.
As an American, I am ashamed of certain businesses locally and in the Metro Atlanta Area. The American Disability Act ( or whatever ADA stands for ) provides for bathroom facilities to allow a person with a disability freedom to keep their freedom, independence and individuality.
As a person with a disability, I have encountered numerous mechnical issues, people using the facilities that do not need them (while a handicapped person waits); waiting is not the issue, just to clear that issue up. Other facilities have been down-right nasty, while several have been dangerous. My big pet peeve is a door that doesn’t lock. I like privacy on a public toilet, if I have to use one. I will never understand a oerson’s urge to wipe nastiness on a wall or not cleaning up a spot on the floor if you miss.
Today was the day of all days! I was in a handicap toilet, I reached for the bar to get up. As I pulled on the rail, it came off the wall causing me to fall to the nasty floor (in a doctor’s office of all places). Next came the wall seperating my stall from the one next to it; leading to the domino effect with me stuck between the wall and the toilet. Would we like to discuss loose screws?
As the title states, I closed the place down.
Jeez! In a doctor’s office, yet! Even the Mexican “fast food” restaurant that I frequent has a handicap bathroom with a pull-down diaper changing table where I can put my purse (instead of on the floor.) I have to admit it is not always clean, but they try. And they have to replace the cheap plastic seats that seem to break off from heavy people’s squirming to get up, every few months. But there is plenty of room and I have never pulled the grab bar off the wall. I am 75, and bit heavy, myself.
Sister Grumoy, are you calling me fat? The thing had loose screws hrough the entire system! Geez! I tell a true story about something that actually happened and get this kind of response. Maybe, things are taken better care of in your area. They certainly are not here.
Ugh, that’s terrible. I had to ride in the car from Rochester, MN, to Oklahoma City about 8 years ago. I was in a wheelchair at the time. Only 2 bathrooms that whole way were accessible and kept up as accessible–and I have to go a lot!! In one a girl sobbed in the only accessible stall while I waited and eventually begged her to come out and go in the next stall. She refused.
It was quite scary.
I’m so sorry! xo