I just got an invitation to join the facebook group “I tap slow-walking people on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me please!”
Uh – no.
Fuck no. With cherries and sprinkles. And the sauce of your choice.
Laying your hands on me without invitation, strangers, sure isn’t going to speed me up any, but it may well piss me right the fuck off. With some of my friends with certain disabilities, an unexpected assault may tip them completely over.
I suggest not doing it. I further suggest getting the fuck over yourselves, saying goodbye to ten seconds of your precious goddamn time, and thanking your lucky stars that you can walk fast when you want to. Bully for you. Huzzah. Enjoy it. Tomorrow, you could be in my shoes. Or worse.
I’m guessing you also grumble and sigh under your collective breath when a bus stops to admit someone with a wheelchair. Or when a scooter gets “in your way”. Or are people with visible disabilities an impediment to be put up with without such public disdain?
Now off you go, Important Folk, and think of something productive to do with that cherished ten seconds saved.
This has been your anti-ableist PSA for the day. Thankyou and good night.