A friendly word of advice: When all of the stalls are open and there is no need for you to use the wheelchair accessible restroom stall, don’t do it.
I haven’t needed to use said stall in weeks and every time I walk into the bathroom near my office I’m grateful for that. But today, as I saw someone enter the accessible stall in the otherwise empty bathroom, I wished I could have shaken the woman.
Everyone likes that bigger stall because it’s roomy. I get it. And when I was in the last weeks of my pregnancy it was the only stall in the 70-year-old building’s bathroom with a door that wouldn’t hit my belly as I shut it. And arguably, if you’re hauling kids with you, or luggage and you need to keep it with you it may be the safest option.
But that wasn’t the case today. This woman didn’t even have a purse or backpack. I couldn’t help but think of the time I was worried I would wet myself because I waiting for someone to come out of that stall. That was an awful feeling. There were six empty stalls. I really had to go. And I couldn’t use my legs.
Alanis Morissette would have called that ironic. I call it inconsiderate.
I vowed to myself that day never to use the only accessible stall if there was any other option. I urge you to do the same.