Dear...

Look, mental handicaps don't count when it comes to the handicap stalls in the restroom. It's not there for you to change clothes in, it's there for people with access problems. People like me. I did not appreciate the twenty minutes it took you to hog the only accessible stall, since it was obvious you were changing clothes in there. People can see under the edge of the stall you know. Shoes going off, pants, and shirts and stuff.

If this restroom only had two stalls, I would understand because maybe when you got there the other one was occupied and you really had to go. But there were four stalls and the odds that you would have had to wait more than a minute to get into one are pretty slim. This place just doesn't have a lot of restroom traffic.

Handicapped stalls are not a public convenience, they're a necessity for an admittedly small part of the population. To use one when you don't have to is rude and says a lot about your personal character.

And I'm not saying I'm any better than you. Hell, I'm the one who went and got the manager who was waiting for you when you finally got out. I'm petty sometimes but when it comes right down to it I don't have a choice. I can't get a wheelchair into a regular stall. You had a choice and you made the wrong one.

Signed,
Still Wheely, Wheely Mad