Odd isn't it?
How it's OK.
I mean when it's you.
A couple of days ago I was going out for supper and it was a bitch getting to the table. They were packed in tightly and when I tried to remove a chair so that I could park mine there seemed to be nowhere to put it. The waiter comes, annoyed, and takes the chair away making a big deal about it.
Clogging up passageways, limiting space.
Chairs an adaption that those who walk expect to have pretty much everywhere they go. I suppose they think it's a right.
AB's want it all. Expect it all.
Big glaring overhead lights.
Casting harsh glow over the goods in the store and spilling out into the night.
Lights an adaption that the sighted expect to have pretty much every where they go. I suppose they think it's a right.
"I can't hear!"
Those damn hearing people sit at the back of the room and complain that they can't hear unless the microphone is turned up. They expect that sound will be there when they want it. I suppose they think it's their right.
The rooms too hot.
The rooms too cold.
Set the temperature for me, meet my needs.
AB's want the world adapted, completely, for maximum comfort.
And I'm being bothersome cause I want a ramp.
"Sorry, sorry," I say as I push the chairs out of the way and ignore the stares of those who have to move slightly. But I've just got to get out of there. The waiter holding the chair above his head watches me leave and can't figure out why.
When I go, I take my chair with me.
And leave the clutter to you.
Go ahead and adapt your world for you, I truly don't mind ... but could you leave a space at the table for me?