Okay, you wheel into the men’s room. Two regular stalls are empty. The bigger stall is occupied. Someone comes out of the that stall a few minutes later, no visible disability. How do you know how many stalls were occupied when he entered? How do you know if he has a condition that entitles him to use of that stall.
I think it is rude to jump to conclusions.
On the other topic, your clothes are not irreplaceable at any cost. It is inconvenient and expensive at worst. If you can’t find clothes that fit, buy something that doesn’t fit and have it altered.
Yes to all of those things - if they were realistic concerns. No one has any right to risk the health of others. It’s just not your place to decide your paycheck is more important that someone else’s health.
I know a lot better than most people what poor sleep is like, and I also know that people don’t need as much sleep as they think they do. Besides which, nothing stopping them going to bed earlier and getting up earlier.
It’s not your place to decide when a stranger has to give up a paycheck, lose a job, or lose a living.
Bullshit on every sentence. Every study shows that Americans are chronically sleep deprived. And what the fuck do you mean nothing is stopping them from going to bed earlier? How the fuck would you know?
If I can’t go out and find something in my own size, what makes you think it exists in bigger sizes? And even if it did, alterations can’t work miracles. You can’t take a tent and expect them to turn it into a fitted coat that looks the same.
It really is my place. It becomes my place right when you come near me with your illness. I’d rather you lose your job than make me sick, and if YOU’RE in a position to lose your job for taking time off sick, why wouldn’t I be?
And I don’t care if someone is sleep deprived. That is not a reason to make everyone else’s day unpleasant. I’m constantly sleep deprived, yet I manage to make the effort to not make public transportation any more unpleasant than it has to be.
Who’s jumped to any conclusions? Any time such a occurrence happens (as the one you’ve laid out) I am always careful to be observant and polite. I ask the person, if they appear completely physically capable, if the standard stalls were both occupied when they chose the handicap stall. In the thirteen years I have used a wheelchair, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve encountered someone who, upon being asked this courteous question, informed me of their 'invisible disability" which necessitated them using the handicapped stall. I am aware of other disabilities besides my own and, despite the claims here that some disabilities that require use of the handicap stall are totally and completely invisible to the naked eye, most of these disabilities are discernible from healthy, able-bodiedness (if that’s even a word). If I have even an inkling of doubt as to someone’s disability status, I keep my mouth shut. And those who DO get asked this question and are legitimately disabled always receive the question very understandably and in good graces. Why wouldn’t they? They deal with the same stuff. It’s only ever the jerks who shouldn’t be using it in the first place who get angry with me for asking them such questions.
What I have had happen, almost every single time, is the person tell me, “Yes, the stalls were occupied”, even in instances when I watched that person enter the stall when no one else was even using any stall at all (instances like this happen fairly regularly in the locker room at my gym, which has a clear-view path from the toilets to the locker area).
Every time you leave the house you are taking the risk of getting shit on your clothes. In fact, that’s one of the principle purposes of clothes, to take the hit and keep the shit off of you.
If you can’t afford to get your clothes dry cleaned then you can’t afford dry-clean-only clothes. Wear washable stuff or stay in your limo.
That’s just life. Sometimes you get sick because someone else near you is sick. Unless you’re going to offer to pay for someone else’s life, then it really isn’t your business.
Perfect. Then no one else needs to care about the unpleasantness of your bus rides
So eat later. Or eat anywhere that isn’t in the middle of a crush of people. I’m not saying the only place you should eat is at home, just don’t do it when you’re surrounded by a bunch of strangers who may not appreciate the smell, greasy hands touching the stop button or poles (maybe you carry wipes or hand sanitizer, but I’ve never seen anyone eating on a bus clean their hands) or being near potentially messy food.
There’s the standard risk of getting clothes dirty, then there’s shit that increases the risk unnecessarily. And like I said before, dry cleaning isn’t a panacea. It also causes some clothes to wear out faster.
Eat later? Usually by the time I’m on the train, I’m already have a hypo.
Which would you rather? Someone eating something or someone collapsing, and starting to have a fit?
I do make sure that I don’t eat messy or smelly food, and I try to eat while I run across the street and up and down the steps to the train, but it’s rather hard to eat and run at the same time.
You have a medical condition. That’s a good reason. Also, you go out of your way to be considerate about it. Most people really don’t need to be eating greasy, condiment laden burgers taller than their mouths in the middle of a crowd.
I made no such claims. You inferred that. Sometimes, ‘the boys’, especially when it’s hot, don’t always like to stay close to home. So yeah, knees apart are necessary. But it’s not like I’m trying to do the splits or anything.
Sevencl, it looks to me that everyone is damning around saying this: Your fear of getting food on your clothes is not rational. You can have the opinion that you don’t like people eating on public transport because opinions are just that, opinions. However, trying to garner support for that opinion by saying it is dangerous to your clothes is…well…sorta nuts.
My trigger is the numbskull that can’t make a campfire without smoking up the entire campgrounds. If I wanted to breathe somebody else’s noxious smoke all night I’d have gone to the bar. Oh wait, they’re smoke free now.
What the hell is wrong with this country when the air quality at the corner bar is better than at the state park?