A misguided woman walked into the men’s changing room at the YMCA yesterday. There were no screams. She walked out with no fanfare. It would have been far different, had the tables been turned.
A lot has been said recently about the internet being a giant echo chamber. Following one’s passions, without regard to opposing views, is not only possible, but also the norm.
Trips to the DMV were always interesting–if one could get past the frustrations of waiting, confusing signage, and rude employees.
Where else were there such cross-sections of humanity in one place waiting for the same things? Was rudeness a qualification for employment there?
A sign with large block letters above the door to the visual examination and picture-taking room had braille lettering below. The sign readable to the sighted–only readable to the visually impaired from a step-ladder.
Equal opportunities for all capabilities? Nobody could reach the sign to read the braille lettering. It certainly raised questions in my mind. I suspected it had something to do with the facilities’ compliance with ADA laws. All signage had to have both types of lettering. Compliance with little common sense–if you asked me.