I sat in the mall and waved into the clerk at the desk. The store had an item I was interested in purchasing but there was no way that I could get even a few feet inside. The aisleways were crammed with stuff making passage impossible. I didn't make an issue of if, so what, as long as he could get me what I wanted to look at everything would be fine. Joe was back a couple of stores paying for something and I had gone on alone. The item was exactly what I wanted so I asked the clerk to put it on the counter and Joe would be able to go in an pay when he was done.
That's what we did, no problem.
I didn't even make the slightest noise about the inaccessibility of the store.
As we continued our way through the Halifax mall, we both noted that it was 'disabled day' in the mall and there were people everywhere in wheelchairs. Most were motored chairs, one guy was nearly my size and had the "Mac Truck" of chairs. It was huge, looked roomy, and could move! I tried not to envy him as I pushed my way through stores and through much of the mall. We went to the second floor and there was another store that I just couldn't get into. It was exactly my kind of store, "Browser rated - 10" and I looked longingly into the store. It would have been dangerous to try and get around in there, I would have knocked things over. I took my custom elsewhere and that was it.
I wondered why they bothered ramping the mall for me to get in if the stores made it impossible to shop. I still didn't say anything, but it angered me.
There are days when you just don't want to be an activist. When you want to just have a nice time and let things slide. When the fight just isn't in you. That was yesterday. All I wanted was a nice day, and I had one. But now I'm feeling guilty, like I should have made a comment or complaint to someone, written to the paper, protested in some way.
But I'm allowed to just have a nice day some days, right?
I'm not sure.