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New Situations: Fun and Frustrating

Last Friday night was a night that Lauri and I had been anticipating for several months. It wasn’t intergalactic travel or anything. (I’ve been waiting for that for far longer!) It was just a date night that we made special plans for. Normally, if it is our night to spend with the kids we make sure they are involved with whatever we do. This time the venue wasn’t kid friendly. Luckily we have great friends who setup a sleepover. Thank you! The girls had so much fun they didn’t want to come home. (I’ll choose not to take that as a commentary on my parenting abilities.)

The night was centered on the late show at a local comedy club (I won’t mention the location since we don’t want them boycotted or any other backlash).  As with many comedy clubs, it is a small space with a lot of people anxious to get to their seats, this means I need to be aware of everyone who comes close to us. I also have to remember that people mean well, however uninformed they may be. There were, as always, people who took every opportunity to touch Casper and I did a decent job of keeping calm (I think). Based on the number of people in this space and the general admission policy Lauri did help us and asked to be called to the front of the line when they were ready to seat guests. (Editor’s Note: We got there early and were at the front but some people moved the barrier and moved in while we were talking!) They did this, and allowed us to the front. You might think that this would resolve all the issues, right? We did too! Here’s how this works. You, as guest, stand at a podium, present your proof of purchase and an ID for all members in your party. With this step complete, the “podium dude” tells the staff where to seat the guests. (Have you spotted the issue yet?) So, we walk in, down a rather narrow hall and into space filled with a stage and as many tables as you can pack into an area by law. We have been there before, but not with a Dane. I needed a few seconds to survey room. As I did this the waitress puts menus on a table and barely waits for us to respond. The table they chose for us was against the front wall that shares the stage, and in a corner that wouldn’t allow us to move, much less see the stage or enjoy the show. Lauri spoke up for us and asked for another table. The waitress said, “We sat you here because of the dog.” About this time I’m done with my survey and I process the conversation happening. Before I can finish thinking “Oh S%!t” and respond, Lauri says “OH REALLY?! You know that’s illegal, right? Do you really want to discriminate based on a handicap at a Josh Blue show?” (He has CP too). The waitress scoots off to ask if we can sit somewhere else. (Wait, What? The room is empty sweetie?). So I tell Lauri, while we wait, that I want to sit over there. Over there, has a table backed up to a waist high wall with plenty of room to keep Casper out of traffic and safe, as well as great visibility of the stage, an access to an emergency exit. The waitress comes back and tries to seat us front and center, literally against the stage. If I said there was eight inches between these tables it would be generous.  (Again, way wrong answer!) I have a hard time fitting there, never mind having a Dane next to me. No way to fit Casper underneath and the narrow aisle meant that wait staff would be blocked. The waitress dropped the menus, told us we would have to share the table with other people and walked away. (Did you guess what’s next?) Lauri puts down her items in her hand on the table and leaves us to “have a word” with someone. At this point all I can do is stand there. I had a Dane in my left hand and no way to gather up her items and the menus without possibly scaring Casper. I really wanted to just go seat myself and allow the staff to cope with the change in their own way. I was stuck waiting, so I enjoyed the interaction between Lauri and the staff. I am at a comedy club; I just decided my show started early. As it turns out Lauri actually said. “Do you want to go in the back and ask Josh how he feels about a fan with CP being given a hard time over a seating preference?” As they came back I was finally able to state my preference.  We took our seats, after being told in a pointed, matter of fact manner, “you WILL be sitting with another couple”. (They must have been at the seven o’clock show, because we sat alone.) (Editor’s Note: When I went up to ask to speak to management the girl just looked at me and then turned and looked at another woman. This other person was apparently the manager. Nice service. She did try to say that they were worried about the dog in the way and I again told them that we would worry about that but by putting us in an “out of the way” seat was a violation of federal law. I pointed to where we should sit to be best for everyone involved and she complied.)

We enjoyed the show with no further incident, other than those who had one too many practically trying to trip over Casper (he was out of the way entirely). Josh was hilarious, and I particularly enjoy the one liners he throws in that are inside jokes for those of us who deal with disabilities daily, and watch those who have no idea wonder if it’s ok to laugh. It’s priceless. Lauri and I left with tears of laughter; while others… well they didn’t seem to get all the jokes, oh well.  It was good to see Josh Blue again, and to be able to let him meet Casper after the show. I think Casper was trying to tell Josh “Hey, you’re like Daddy, if you need a Dane I know some people.” We’d hoped to spend longer and chat but the audience was queuing up behind us waiting for their chance to meet the performers so we wished him well and thanked him for what he does. We will no doubt see him on his next tour. I’m sure Casper made an impression, He always does!

All of this could have been avoided if they had just spoken to us and said something like, “We haven’t been in this situation before, what works best for you?” Always talk to the handler, don’t assume you know more than you do. I had the venue scoped out in seconds. I work with a dog every day. Do you? If your answer is no, talk to the handler, period!  Let’s even extend this past a dog to someone in a chair, or other mobility issues. If you see a customer and think they may have a need for a moment of attention, by all means, speak up, act accordingly and you will likely be able to help with very little effort on your part. Oh, another plus, is you will likely be generating return business at the same time! Unless of course you don’t like money then by all means, please think inside your neat little box. We can go elsewhere.

You Meet All Kinds

Tonight the family loaded up in the truck for a “quick trip” to our local wholesale market. We needed the typical bulk items like toilet paper. There are 3 girls in the house, it is shocking to go from bachelor status to a family of four, three being female, and see how much toilet paper gets used. (Editor’s Note: I personally think its a little gross that men don’t use more toilet paper than they do!) I am grateful for bulk paper products. Ink cartridges for the printer (It’s a crime how much they charge for those! I thought gas and milk were expensive). When we make this trip I try to think about the fact that I won’t need to be back for quite some time. Since I do try and be positive I think the sheer number of people that are pushing extra wide carts while paying more attention to their device of choice than their surroundings makes it a good training opportunity for Casper and me.

As we were selecting our last items a mother and son approached and complimented Casper. I thanked them, and since I was leaning against an industrial rack their request to pet and meet Casper was accepted. It turned out the son was not particularly interested so we smiled and moved on. I tried to make a move toward the registers but I was intercepted by another shopper easily in her late seventies, and I reference her age because it is a factor in my patience levels. This sweet looking lady cut off my escape and put her hand down in front of Casper for him sniff. My first reaction was to tell her that the proper way to meet a service team is to ask before petting and respect the “NO PET” patch on his vest. I squashed that, smiled through my teeth and said hello instead. I told myself being kind is a better response. She proceeded to ask me general questions about Casper to which I provided the general answers. I tried again to make an awkward escape but it was no good, she had more for me.

She proceeded to tell me how she would like to get her own dog service certified. She told me all about her ailments and how her dog assists her, and how nice it would be not to leave her dog in the car. (Dogs left in a car are a peeve of mine; don’t get me started.) I told her that it is possible to do that and if her dog helps her she should look into it. She matter-of-factly told me that it costs over four thousand dollars to get a service dog. I said that if her dog provides her a service then getting certified is likely a much simpler and affordable process. I was then told that she already looked into it. I thought it odd, but took my queue and dropped the topic. This lady that I thought was sweet was actually turning out to be rather sour. Each time I thought I had a gracious way to end the conversation I was proven wrong.

About this time Lauri and the girls try and rescue me. Lauri tells her how blessed we are to have such a great dog in our lives. Then she talked about how great her dog was for her as well and regaled us with a story of him saving her life. Nice story. Then she went on to talk about how she knows about dogs and that is why she put her hand down to greet him when she walked up and how so many people don’t understand how big dogs will just attack you. I took this opportunity to explain that he was incredibly gentle and also point out that we did have a “NO PET” patch on his vest.

Not long after this she turns her attention back to Casper and tells him that he should take care of his master and pull my wheel chair. Okay, so there are two things wrong with this statement. The first, is that for me I consider Casper a partner, not simply a subordinate to a master. The second, I don’t have a wheelchair, there was no wheelchair anywhere in sight, and I don’t know how she thought it appropriate to make that assumption. Let me be clear, I have no problem with those who need a chair and I’m sure that if I do need a chair someday I will rock that too,  but I happen to take pride in the effort I put forth to keep me walking over rolling.

If this were not enough ignorance for one encounter there was more. Oh yes! More. This wonderful human being then directed a statement my way. She said “You don’t work”. This was not phrased in the form of a question, it was a statement. At this point I couldn’t keep the puzzled look from my face. With a decidedly, just sucked a lemon look, I told her, Yes. I,Do! She then proceeded to congratulate me. Uh, thanks?! Oh, good, she says. So many people like you, who are mentally disabled,.  just stay home and drain the system rather than getting a job. I have never been called mentally disabled, at least to my face. (I really wanted to challenge her metal capacities, but I chose to smile and nod.) This was the point that I HAD to get out. I found that I have a limit to how many times I can be offended in a five minute conversation.

I questioned whether to post this or not. (Editor’s Note: If he didn’t I would have!) I decided I would share in the effort of awareness. I will take this experience as a lesson in patience and kindness. I ask that you, my dear friends, take from this what you will but always remember to be kind and thoughtful in all your interactions…even if you want to run someone over with your cart.


Written by DFS
Edited by LJS