Regular readers will know that my boyfriend sometimes wears a kilt and walks around with a knife in his sock, in the name of Scottish traditional dress. His 90 year-old Gran recently requested that he get fully decked out to attend her birthday dinner, and he obliged. With a little help.
Last April, he bought a full kilt when friends of ours got married. He wore the jacket and my father’s tweed waist-coat. This caused me to get all misty-eyed and gooey, but that could be another post.
A few weeks ago, we packed a bag and his kilt, and stayed at a hotel closer to the birthday dinner.
The accessible room wasn’t, actually. And the quest to find another one was like something out of Goldilocks/Fawlty Towers/The Twilight Zone. The third key opened a door to a room that was usable for the one night we used it. We brought my chair and Sarge’s kilt over the threshold and all was right with the world. Sarge put on his kilt and went back into the bag for his bow-tie. Wasn’t there. No romantic-looking silk cravat, either. Not in the bag, under the bag, or in his shoe.
‘How do I look without it?’
‘That means not fine.’
I shrugged. Something WAS missing.
‘Should I phone my Mum?’
‘To see if Dad has a tie?’
‘You can try.’
‘Is that like ‘fine’?’
And so, he called his Mum.
‘Is there time to go to a shop and get one?’
Five minutes later, his Dad called Reception and the same woman who showed us into our room brought Sarge a bow-tie. From her brother-in-law down the street.
‘That’s pay-back for the room mix-up,’ I said when she left.
I have been traveling, and living, all my life; no room is the perfect fit. That’s true for anyone. What’s accessible to me in my chair may be inaccessible to someone else. I know work is always being done to improve accessibility. Somewhere, everywhere. I’ve helped to do some of it. One place/attitude at a time.
But there are times when I have access issues. Most all of my issues are access issues. When life gets interesting, as I like to say, I choose to laugh and write about it. Last time I had an ‘access issue’, I got free beer. Most recently, compensation came in the form of a clip-on bow-tie for my boyfriend. I can take, and appreciate, both.
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