I feel so ashamed of myself for not realizing how difficult it is for people with disabilities to cope with ordinary every day issues.
Tonight DH wanted to do to a new, cute restaurant in quaint downtown. We drove there, looking forward to a nice meal of special tacos with unusual fillings. Oops. No handicapped parking. None. After driving around the block twice, DH dropped me off at the door to go in while he parked the car two blocks away. When he arrived, the waitress asked for our order. I asked for a menu. She told me that they didn't have any printed menus and that I needed to select from the "artistically" lettered billboard hanging across the room and over the bar. How much could a computer printed menu cost? I can't see that far. I felt so stupid. I burst into tears - not like me at all. We left. Back to the chain restaurants at the mall.
I am ashamed that I took it for granted for so many years that everyone could walk long distances, and everyone could see 20/20. Am I over-reacting, or do you think I have a legitimate complaint? (The waitress was the manager.)