Nature’s Conference Call
On a business trip to New York City, a coworker literally grabbed my wheelchair and said we were heading out to lunch. In about two city blocks, we ended up at an Italian restaurant with a couple of steps out front. The wait staff brought out a ramp and I rolled in. So far, no issues, except I never got the chance to use the bathroom before leaving work.
Sure enough, halfway through lunch nature calls, and there is no way I’m making it back to the office. I checked the restrooms and they were not accessible. I couldn’t fit through the men’s room door at all, but I could fit into the ladies’. One of the wait staff stood outside to make sure I wasn’t interrupted, but I still couldn’t reach the bowls inside any of the stalls. Luckily, I have a urinal bag in my