So you ever have this experience? You call up to buy tickets to a show you really want to see. You carefully and repeatedly ask questions about seating and about accessibility. You are told that where you are going is completely accessible, that they take pride in their commitment to accessibility. You are, foolishly, reassured by the earnestness of their promise.
You end up sitting in ‘leper corner’ where they’ve stuffed a chair, so someone can sit with you, but you are completely separated from those you came with and everyone else in the theatre.
Your complaints are met with a kind of polite indifference and a suggestion that you take your concerns write or contact someone else.
You go to the bathroom, push the accessible buttons, open two doors and come upon a bathroom with a huge post in the way. No way can your wheelchair enter and turn.
You then an guided with much fuss to another washroom in another place.
So, you bought a ticket to the show and then became the show. You bought a ticket for a night out and you come home with a business card in your hand, a letter to write, a complaint to make.
Yep, another fine night out in the land where the AODA (Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act) ensures our right to be treated with lies and pretense rather than outright hatred.