"It's Over There — Just Out of Reach"

By Jan Chait "Could I please talk to the manager?" I asked our server after she took our drink order. "Aw, geez," said my grandson, slapping the cover shut on his menu. "There goes my appetite." What the 22-year-old doesn't have an appetite for is sitting there while his grandmother suggests how facilities could be made better for differently abled customers. In this case, it was an unreachable soap dispenser — something that could be remedied by installing one lower down and to the side of the washbasin area or by simply placing a bottle of liquid soap on the vanity. Rather innocuous, I thought. Then, since my easily embarrassed grandson had stepped out to take a phone call, I also asked the manager why public bathrooms favored open-front toilet seats. If you can't stand up, the crotch of your skivvies tends to get caught on the seat when you attempt to put them back on. (He didn't know, either.) And suggested that the toilet paper dispenser be moved to above the grab bar. When it's below the bar, and the toilet is already higher than a standard one, then you're kind of standing on your head to try and get the toilet paper out. Sometimes I can, sometimes I have to frantically dig through my purse for whatever I can ferret out: tissues, napkins, sales receipts… Yeah, I know…ewwwww! "Ever wonder why you don't see many of us around?" I'll sometimes ask a friend. "It's because we can't find a bathroom." That's only about half a joke. There may be bathrooms, bu...
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