At least until you hear they've added more handicapped parking. If they do improve it, giving it another try will encourage them to make improvements. {smile}
Then again, if the improvements aren't good enough... I'm still avoiding one fo the local theaters. They have a handicapped bathroom, and last I heard, they'd finally installed a few handicapped-accessible seats. But they still haven't installed enough bathroom stalls to keep me from spending three quarters of intermission trying not to fall over while waiting in line for a turn at that bathroom. Leaving just before intermission to beat the line doesn't work when the vertigo that makes standing still so difficult also prevents me from walking in the dark. I am NOT distracting half the audience by turning on a light bright enough to let me walk out, so I'm simply not going. {wry smile}
I tell you, I am getting very tired of places only having the "minimum" they can get away with, and essentially telling the rest of us to "park elsewhere" or stay home.
BTW, AEB, I hear you on the bathroom nonsense. I hate waiting doing the potty dance for half an hour, and I have a leaky bladder to start with, plus IBS. Coupled with walking rather slow, and you have a recipe for puddles, or worse.
Yeah, that sounds like quite a problematical situation, Ravan. Especially if your IBS tends towards looseness. {Sympathetic Smile}
Frustration with minimal provisions got me into handicapped activism at a couple of points. I just wish the most effective activism wasn't so polite it tends to be slow. But you don't get anywhere by raising hackles, so slow, polite, and steady pressure to change is the most effective in the long run. {lop-sided Smile}
Problem is both Ravan and I are the type that will explode at this sort of treatment.
She'll just explode.
I tend to swallow more anger than I should, so that when I explode the fallout seems to be worse. When angered to the point that I actually explode (or post to the net as I have here), there will be the initial explosion and then I will seethe for days after, just getting madder. Then if I actually give vent to what I'm feeling/thinking, what I tend to say is positively vicious, which is why I try to keep my temper under control.
The somewhat amusing thing is that there are people who have known me for years (or think they have) who honestly believe that I don't have a temper. (wry grin) Usually shocks them when they manage to push past the rigid control I keep on my temper.
I understand; I have to watch my temper, too. For me, that means watching who I complain to where when something bothers me. I also have to make sure the angry/upset complaints land on sympathetic ears, and not where they could do more harm than good. It's not easy, but fortunately, Dad and a few friends are willing to listen when I need to "talk out" my frustration. Letting that frustration out to friends and family does help me prevent it from coming out hwere it could do damage. {lop-sided smile}
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Then again, if the improvements aren't good enough... I'm still avoiding one fo the local theaters. They have a handicapped bathroom, and last I heard, they'd finally installed a few handicapped-accessible seats. But they still haven't installed enough bathroom stalls to keep me from spending three quarters of intermission trying not to fall over while waiting in line for a turn at that bathroom. Leaving just before intermission to beat the line doesn't work when the vertigo that makes standing still so difficult also prevents me from walking in the dark. I am NOT distracting half the audience by turning on a light bright enough to let me walk out, so I'm simply not going. {wry smile}
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BTW, AEB, I hear you on the bathroom nonsense. I hate waiting doing the potty dance for half an hour, and I have a leaky bladder to start with, plus IBS. Coupled with walking rather slow, and you have a recipe for puddles, or worse.
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Frustration with minimal provisions got me into handicapped activism at a couple of points. I just wish the most effective activism wasn't so polite it tends to be slow. But you don't get anywhere by raising hackles, so slow, polite, and steady pressure to change is the most effective in the long run. {lop-sided Smile}
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She'll just explode.
I tend to swallow more anger than I should, so that when I explode the fallout seems to be worse. When angered to the point that I actually explode (or post to the net as I have here), there will be the initial explosion and then I will seethe for days after, just getting madder. Then if I actually give vent to what I'm feeling/thinking, what I tend to say is positively vicious, which is why I try to keep my temper under control.
The somewhat amusing thing is that there are people who have known me for years (or think they have) who honestly believe that I don't have a temper. (wry grin) Usually shocks them when they manage to push past the rigid control I keep on my temper.
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