Three years of seemingly harmless white lies just came crashing down on Alice Hill. After years of assuring her friends she would totally, absolutely come see their weekly three-hour-long amateur improv shows if only the events were accessible, the unthinkable has finally happened.
Somehow, the ragtag, low-budget group of local comedians managed to add an ADA-compliant ramp and an accessible bathroom to their ancient, falling-apart theater.
The news was broken to Hill over text using a lot of bad puns. One wrote, “We’re really RAMPing up our comedy nights!”
Another said, “We know you’re not much of a stand-up girl, but now you can give improv a try!”
Staying true to their improv roots, the troupe took a real “Yes, And” approach to accommodations.
“You installed a ramp?” Hill asked, filled with equal parts disbelief, appreciation and dread.
“Yes AND, we’ll have live captions,” the group enthusiastically replied.
“I make a lot of access requests,” Hill said, “and I didn’t think they’d actually follow through. I figured it was harmless.”
The situation left Hill contemplating the odds of a potential chronic pain flare-up that weekend.