I was dating a girl last summer and we went out to eat at a restaraunt one day. It was afternoon on a weekday and the restaraunt was pretty deserted. We were greeted by the hostess who led us to the table of our choosing, where I proceeded to transfer from my wheelchair into the chair at the table. I then pulled my chair around to my side next to me, where it would stay put (or so I thought).
The waiter came and took our order and a few minutes later the hostess who had sat us at our table came over to us and asked me if she could take my chair and put it behind the bar so it was out of the way. If I needed it at anytime, I could just let her know and she would come get it for me. I smiled at her and told her that I didn’t seperate myself from my chair, as it was part of my body-for all intents and purposes it was my legs. I totally assumed she would understand and that would be the end of it, however she persisted, saying that having the chair there was in violation of the fire code, so I had to get a little more firm with her. I said “ma’am under no circumstances is anyone taking this chair away from my side. I dont understand why this is even an issue, your restaraunt is EMPTY.” She then said she was going to get her manager and she was off.
The manager comes out and asks “what the problem is”? I tell him that me and my date (who was not taking this well) had come to enjoy a meal and it was being ruined by the ridiculous insistence that my empty wheelchair be moved away from the table while we eat. He basically repeats what the hostess had said, about the fire code, and I tell him that if it is going to be an unresolvable problem, I will leave and I will never return. Unfortunately, that is what ended up happening. They wouldn’t even let me fold the chair up and have it right next to the table. It HAD to go. So I HAD to go.
The surprising thing, however, was how the girl I was with reacted to the ordeal. She was totally embarrassed by me. She thought I was being stubborn and difficult. I couldn’t seem to communicate to her how my chair truly is part of my body. Would anyone want their legs moved behind the bar while they ate?? Because that is EXACTLY what was being proposed to me when the restaraunt wanted to move my chair. And then to say “we will get it for you if you need it” is completely and utterly removing autonomy from a person. I would be sitting at that table until SOMEONE ELSE brought my chair to me. Not until I DECIDED to move, like it should be. That is unacceptable to me. And what about an emergency? I am to wait, or HOPE, for someone else to bring me my chair? Absolutely not. To this day, that is the only place I have ever encountered such issues. But what do you all think? Am I just being an asshole yet again? Should I have let them take my legs away while we ate? Or does anyone else understand, that is part of me?