There's a bit of debate going on at a blog I read - Greater Greater Washington - about accommodating people in wheelchairs on public transit (Metrorail specifically). It was sparked by a piece by a woman visiting DC who's in a wheelchair and tried to use Metrorail to go see the cherry blossoms. But she kept finding that at the stations the elevators weren't available - at one she had to go down four steps only to find that the elevator wasn't accessible. At another the elevator was blocked off, but no notice of whether it was broken, out of service, or anything.
Now ... the reason I'm putting this in here is the comments. Some people are saying that Metro is the most accessible subway system in the country and we should be happy it's better than the older systems that make no accommodation. Others are saying that, since the escalators are broken so often, that they should rip them out and put in stairs. One person said the writer was ungrateful, because she eventually got out of the final station when a Metro employee pretty much carried her up on the escalator.
I'm just being astounded by how mean people are being.
Admittedly, there are some who are pointing out that Metro's supposed to be in compliance with ADA. And it's been suggested that the Metro Board should try riding the systemin a wheelchair (others are saying that Board members should try riding Metro, period).
Well, since Jerry Lewis is viewed as a caring hero for getting involved with "us" at all, even after telling people in wheelchairs "If you don't want pity, stay in your house," I could never be shocked by what random commenters say.
Obviously some people do not fully comprehend how embarrassing and uncomfortable it is to have to rely on being carried somewhere by a complete stranger.
I made my mom make squeaky chipmunk noises just by calling her.
And then I made her make even squeakier noises when I said I'd be coming home for a weekend in a few weeks.
Apparently she likes hearing from me and seeing me.
It happened some time in the nineties, but apparently that giant morning-show kerfuffle did not ding his legacy enough for the Motion Picture Academy not to make him Humanitarian of The Year a couple years back.
Which is really like Glenn Beck winning an Image Award, except for that being on the property of Chez NeverGonnaHappen.
sj, don't forget the crushing guilt in case you hurt someone. Of course, my disability has made me so prone to guilt, Vic Mackey could get me to confess to anything.
Your Superego may Vary.
(others are saying that Board members should try riding Metro, period).
Yes, I remember that controversy a few years ago. Each board member gets an unlimited metro card, the records were pulled and only one board member's card had ever been used.
It was sparked by a piece by a woman visiting DC who's in a wheelchair and tried to use Metrorail to go see the cherry blossoms. But she kept finding that at the stations the elevators weren't available - at one she had to go down four steps only to find that the elevator wasn't accessible. At another the elevator was blocked off, but no notice of whether it was broken, out of service, or anything.
Man, my uncle is turning over in his grave right now. (well, his ashes are) He used to yell and scream so loud to the Metro staff, the city, the district, the state of Virginia about Metro accessibility.
Thanks, y'all. I think I only have a mild fever - it hasn't been uncomfortable enough for me to even bother checking it. No body aches or dizziness. I'm gonna pick up some C and give it another day, see if it starts to improve on its own. If not, I promise I will go to the doctor.
Out of curiousity, is the "real" cough syrup something different from the OTC stuff, or is it just more concentrated or something?
Cockpunches to the dog prankster assholes.
Clue-by-fours to the Metro board and commenters. On a semi-related note, I'd like to deprive our COO of his Jag for just two weeks.
I made it to Friday. Hallelu. Of course I have work to do this weekend, but at least some of it is finding pretty pictures of furniture. Oh, yeah, and taxes.
