You know, I realized I’ve ranted a lot about disability related issues here on the Dope - I guess it’s my theme. I apologize if my tirades are getting a little repetitive, but I need a place to rant.
Last Saturday evening my parents, my brother, and I went to a restaurant called Roy’s. It’s a wonderful upscale place (this isn’t no Denny’s) with very good food. We go there at least three times a month. The seating lady showed us our table and passed out menus to my mother, my father, then my brother. When she got to me, she looked at my mom and asked her (referring to me) “Will a menu be necessary?” :eek: My mother responded “Yes!” and I should’ve said something too but I was too busy being bewildered. She then plunked a menu on the table then placed my napkin three feet in front of me instead of handing it to me like she’s supposed to. What the goddamn hell? I suppose I could have been a complete brain dead vegetable who’s incapable of communicating or eating, but then why would I be at a fucking restaurant, and why is it automatically assumed I’m a tomato? Just put a fucking menu in front of me you incompetent bitch, it’s no skin off your nose if I don’t end up using it. For fucks sake, what was going through her mind? For once I’d like to go out in public and not feel like an alien. One of these days when someone treats me like one I’m going to scream in Klingon and throw something at them, just for shits.