Cripples are so lucky.

Not only do they get the best parking spaces, but they also get the best toilets.

Disabled toilets have heaps of leg room.

And they get their own hand basin.

I will always use them if the toilet block I go into has them on offer.

It’s sort of like the difference between Economy and Business Class on long-haul flights.

Yesterday I was visiting a pretty swanky office building.
Its disabled stall was very nice.
So I took my time.

While I was in there I heard all this noise going on outside. I figured it was the cleaner cleaning the bathroom.

It was only when I went to leave that I discovered it wasn’t the janitor making all that noise.
Unless he was a crippled janitor, for there, blocking my exit, was a wheel chair.

Its owner had, with great difficulty, extracted himself from his chair and, with great difficulty and grunting, hauled himself into one of the Normal Person stalls.

Bugger me.

In all my years of going to the toilet, I’ve never actually seen a disabled person use a disabled toilet.

I tried sneaking out, except my able-bodied (yet incredibly clumsy) legs tripped over his wheel chair as I stepped over it on my way to the exit.

Then the swearing from behind the closed cubical door started.

How dare I use his toilet?

His toilet.
HIS
Toilet.
!

Boy did I feel small.

Sort of like the time I was in the Income Support office and that fella with the dark skin had a go at me. Why did a honky need a hand-out?

Sigh.

I only hope that someday all this discrimination against able-bodied white people will come to an end.

I have a dream…