Look, buddy. This place of business is a safe space that welcomes people of all abilities. I have a lot of compassion for the disabled: My own nephew is disabled. Or, at least, he was back when my sister still came to Thanksgiving. But I know a thing or two about Googling the law… and a legitimate disabled person would be wearing a vest.
How else am I to know if you’re deserving of accommodations? You don’t look disabled. You certainly aren’t inspiring me. Disabled people are supposed to wear a cute, sporty nylon vest that clearly reads “DISABLED.” I mean, that’s how it works with service dogs, right? A dog without a vest is just a dog, and a person without a vest is just… well, a person. And you wouldn’t want me confusing you with one of those.
If I had it my way, the vest would have symbols on it indicating the type of disability, the severity, and maybe a QR code I can scan for a full medical history while I’m pretending not to stare. That’s for your protection! Fake disabled people waltz in here all the time dressed all normal, just to use the restroom without buying anything – and then drive my Yelp rating into the ground.
What do you mean your disability is “invisible?” That’s very inconvenient for me. How am I supposed to decide if you’re worthy of empathy if you don’t have the decency to parade your disability around on an embroidered harness like a dog and pony show?
I’m not against accommodations, little buddy. All I’m asking is that you make your disability accessible.