Disneyland is touted as "the happiest place on earth"; wheelchair-accessible washrooms are the skuzziest.
After weeks of wintry weather, I finally broke free from home for a few hours. It wasn't a pleasure outing, but that is another story. After our meeting, my husband and I decided to treat ourselves to lupper (a late lunch/early supper). But I had to hit the washroom first, so I began mentally processing the closest accessible washroom:
The washroom at the restaurant has an accessible stall, but getting into the washroom with an electric scooter is not doable because of the tight 90-degree corner. I know this from previous experience!
The next closest, slightly out of the way, is at Staples. But, the door lock on the wheelchair stall has been broken for the past year or so. Have you ever tried doing what you need to do while holding the door close when you have only one somewhat functioning hand? I didn't feel like doing that today.
The next on, even further out of the way, is at the mall. Not a problem. I had a parcel to mail and, since Staples had been ruled out, I could do that at the mall. And, after two months of hibernating, I really need a haircut; could make an appointment while we're there. My favourite wheelchair-accessible washroom in the area is on the second floor. I finally get in there and see OUT OF ORDER on the stall door. Are you kidding me?
Ok, don't stress. This isn't a major problem, yet. I have two choices left.
I could go back downstairs to use the mall washroom there. I know it is accessible, but it's tight getting into the stall. Doable, barely.
My last choice is a separate wheelchair washroom in Zellers. I know from previous experience that it's doable. And, if I back in, then I can pull open the heavy door to get out. Ok, that one will do. I get in there, finally. There are dirty paper towels on the floor, graffiti sprayed on the walls, the toilet seat is less inviting, and wall tiles are broken with exposed insulation and studs. Perhaps stashes are hidden in there for drugs deals? I try not to breathe deeply and I touch only what I absolutely have to! Scuzzy, yes! But, at least I got to pee!
Good thing it wasn't one of those days when I had to go NOW.
