Woo hoo, disabled changing room! Whoopsie, can't get in.

[roserodent]

Forgive me that while holding clothing, pushing my chair and wrangling my toddler I failed to take a picture. I was forced to try on clothing yesterday in a department store. I went into the fitting area and found to my jubilation that they had a disabled (handicapped) changing stall. Sadly, it is the one at the very, very bottom. They have placed chairs all along the corridor to allow people's friends to sit down outside the changing stalls waiting to give an opinion on the outfit. So you can only use the disabled changing stall if you are able to levitate to the end. I was trying on bras else I would have got changed out on the shop floor. I have little shame, but I do have some! 

Comments

[barakta]

Argh, How annoying!

If it had been not at the end I bet it'd always be filled with someone who doesn't need it - although I guess people who needed it could wait?

UGH faill though. Like accessible loos which are full of sodding sanitary bins.

[barakta]

Argh, How annoying!

If it had been not at the end I bet it'd always be filled with someone who doesn't need it - although I guess people who needed it could wait?

UGH faill though. Like accessible loos which are full of sodding sanitary bins.

[pauamma]

Hmm, looks like there may be a market for a chair equipped with a lifting crane. (With optional meathook attachment for obnoxious people.)

[killing_rose]

The other fun one is when the door to the accessible changing room isn't wide enough for a chair to go through. (My roommate called and ranted about that one a couple weeks ago.)

Some days I wonder about the state of the human race. The rest of the time, I remember that on the whole, no one pays attention to things that don't affect them or they do so half-assedly.

[amadi]

Did you mention this failure to the shop employees and did they say/do anything?

[jesse_the_k]

Flamethrower.

Applicable to the sanitary bins in the bathroom, the high seats (kid's chairs) in the restaurant hallway, the palm trees in the corner of one-door "family" bathrooms.

When I encounter these items in "my" space I flames shoot out my nose and I just want to bite something.

That's why I have a flamethrower.