Don’t Go There: The Accessible Stall is Not Your Hideaway

I get it. I used to be like you. I wouldn’t go as far as some and change my shoes to avoid detection. No one wants to have that “long, restroom visit” at work and be detected. But, despite all of that, I don’t recall ever using the accessible stall to take care of business.

More often than not, the accessible stalls I encounter have been used as everyone’s dumping ground (no pun intended). They are usually the source of odor, used feminine products, waste, and toilet paper that missed the mark. And boy do they STINK! Should I be forced to carry Lysol with me when I go the restroom? Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it. Thank goodness they make travel-sized air fresheners that I roll with now. I’d rather not puke while I’m in there because of another person’s crap.

Here are a few other restroom things that rattle my feathers:

Pet peeve #1: Why is the accessible stall often the last stall in the row? I guess the idea is that it is the least used or doesn’t block the passageway. Idk. I’m not quite sure. However, if you really want to design the restroom with the actual person with a disability in mind, you would want to make it as easy for them as possible, wouldn’t you? How about making it closest to the door!? Duh!

Pet peeve part deux: Why don’t all accessible stalls have sinks and trash bins? When I come across these items in a stall, I shriek like I hit the lottery. They are very convenient and allows you to use the restroom without compromising personal hygiene and privacy.

Pet peeve C: Accessible stalls should never be “out or order” due to filth for longer than 1 hour. I only accept the “out of order” excuse for plumbing issues, multiple accessible stalls, or a small, often overworked, janitorial staff.

Pet peeve cuatro: Speaking of small, why are the stalls often the size of a matchbox? There are ADA guidelines that can be foundhere, but even with that, it’s sometimes hard to maneuver. And try holding your breath for a long period of time because some fully able-bodied person was too embarrassed to handle their biz in one of “their” many stalls available. Ugh!

Now, that you know better, do better (Thanks, Oprah/Dr. Angelou)!

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