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

[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.