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She is so right. I have heard him practically call someone a idiot with
such a pleasant sounding voice that they have no clue they have just been told to ****off. "Stormmee" wrote in message ... i have always managed to keep it to myself, but the DH.... now understand, he is err, reserved at his best... very polite and proper... but once in a while he shocks and pleases me with an audable chunck of verbage that is just too thrilling... we were at a casino that has a family assistance room, so when i can i use that because i know where everything is, and its generally cleaner than the big ones... i am doing what needs doing, just after i clicked the door locked, i hear this violent rattling of the knob... a shrill woman's voice: honey, honey, do you need help? i can come in and help??? are you ok in there all alone??? please respond dearie or i will go get scurity to help you... I think: dear god, please let security see her and take her away, must be one too many adult beverages... I flush... OH MY GOD!!!! are you ok!!!, now DH evidentally had been girl watching or something and i hear the very polite cultured voice of the DH with the barely noticable chicago accent say: can i help you ma'am, the room is occupied... shrill woman: yes she handicapped and i am sure needs help she went in ther ALONE!!! Soft DH with culured voice*which I can now tell is trying to not burst out laughing* says: yes she has some diabilities, one of which is an extremely short temper, which has been made worse by impending menopause, and of course she is blind, but in the twenty plus years i have known her wiping her a** has not been one of them... dead slience until i came out of the room... DH is leaning up agains the wall with his face almost smooched into it trying to not laugh husterically... he said she got a look on her face that was somewhere between horror at his bluntness, and even more horror at the concept of actually entering the bathroom and being confronted with what she might have been asked to do by a less able person... and this is why he only has to make me laugh once a month, the funny usually makes me gigglgle for at least that long, Lee "tanadashoes" wrote in message m... Stormmee wrote: no its a dammed either way, the ones who want to help and grab you get offendd if you say no thanks, and the ones who know a blind person ask before ever putting a hand on you... and besides my acid toungue is so hard put to stay silent i often have all i can do to say things like: no thanks, i have been taking a sh*t on my own for 45 years now, and whle i anticipate needing wiped in a few years NOW is not that time and YOU are not who i intend to pay to do it... Lee That is TOO funny. Thanks, Pam S. |
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Stormmee typed: yes you can explain most components of it, because you know there are colors something you can't acess, and something i learned before i lost all of mine, the biggest abuse of blind people in an every day living sort of way is the fact that public restrooms MUST be accessable for wheelchair people, but they don't do things like make the paper rolls be in the same place in the stalls, not just restroom to restroom but in different stalls in the same restroom. and the towel racks/soap dispensers and hand dryers are everywhere at differing hieights, its very easy to understand and explain to those who can see how disconcerting and physically painful it is when you can't find or run into the towel dispenser... Lee Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Yowie |
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Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Thanks for the hilarious story. You knew we would find this hilarious, didn't you? I'm sure it wasn't a single bit funny at the time, but... what an image!! (At least you can have the comfort of knowing that the image was not visible for most of the time.) management - what a jerk! Can't take even a reasonable suggestion, but has to turn it back on you? Not very good at customer relations, are they? Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Joyce -- Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia. -- Joseph Wood Krutch |
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"Yowie" wrote in message ... In , Stormmee typed: yes you can explain most components of it, because you know there are colors something you can't acess, and something i learned before i lost all of mine, the biggest abuse of blind people in an every day living sort of way is the fact that public restrooms MUST be accessable for wheelchair people, but they don't do things like make the paper rolls be in the same place in the stalls, not just restroom to restroom but in different stalls in the same restroom. and the towel racks/soap dispensers and hand dryers are everywhere at differing hieights, its very easy to understand and explain to those who can see how disconcerting and physically painful it is when you can't find or run into the towel dispenser... Lee Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Yowie And what will be their reaction when the light bulb burns out and someone is actually injured? Even those horrid toilets at gas stations have a bit of light that leaks in around the doors. Jo |
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"Yowie" wrote in message Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Nah, I need a bat belt with all the tools of the motherhood trade. Wipes, spare clothes, bandaids, drink, small toy (for distraction in boring situations), spare clothes, tissues, kiddy tylenol, mobile phone, keys, earplugs, emergency sewing kit, torch, screwdriver/nail file, sticky tape, sunnies, etc etc or, in other words, a giant and unfashionable tote bag where all that sort of stuff along with a mysterious sock, some fluff covered candy, hair pins, ex-tissues, small change, an old and out of fashion half melted lipstic, a few tampons etc etc all sit in the bottom and jingle Yowie I have a tiny flashlight attached to the zipper on my purse. Not sure I would even remember its there in an emergency. My sister and I and hubbies and grandkids were at the zoo when my middle grandson got sick and threw up. As I'm getting wipes out of my purse to clean him up, she reaches into hers and pulls out an entire roll of toilet paper. Told her she wins prepared grandma of the year hands down. (They go camping a lot and often at campgrounds the facilities are bring your own supplies) Jo |
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wrote: Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Nah, I need a bat belt with all the tools of the motherhood trade. Wipes, spare clothes, bandaids, drink, small toy (for distraction in boring situations), spare clothes, tissues, kiddy tylenol, mobile phone, keys, earplugs, emergency sewing kit, torch, screwdriver/nail file, sticky tape, sunnies, etc etc or, in other words, a giant and unfashionable tote bag where all that sort of stuff along with a mysterious sock, some fluff covered candy, hair pins, ex-tissues, small change, an old and out of fashion half melted lipstic, a few tampons etc etc all sit in the bottom and jingle In other words, the one you already have? Joyce -- Taxes: Money you complain about giving the government, to pay for services whose absence you would complain about. -- John O'Hanlon |
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In , Stormmee typed: yes you can explain most components of it, because you know there are colors something you can't acess, and something i learned before i lost all of mine, the biggest abuse of blind people in an every day living sort of way is the fact that public restrooms MUST be accessable for wheelchair people, but they don't do things like make the paper rolls be in the same place in the stalls, not just restroom to restroom but in different stalls in the same restroom. and the towel racks/soap dispensers and hand dryers are everywhere at differing hieights, its very easy to understand and explain to those who can see how disconcerting and physically painful it is when you can't find or run into the towel dispenser... Lee Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Yowie Most public toilets in the UK have key switches for the lighting so , in theory, only the staff can operate them. -- Adrian (Owned by Bagheera & Shadow) Cats leave pawprints on your heart http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk |
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