Off-Shoot

I am seriously getting ready to do a separate blog focused on my amputations and life in a wheelchair.
I can't think of a good title. "Without Restraint" is going to be the title of my second post. It's about public transit. Not "Hell on Wheels". Not ...
Well, I can't think of many of the rejection titles... I know there was another one with "wheels" in it though.
http://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/place/article/S-F-Target-makes-Metreon-a-better-box-3934217.php#photo-3550879
I work near the Metreon. There's a pretty good food court, and so I like to go there. Problem. If I go to the actual court, as opposed to the restaurants that are directly on the street, I have to take one of those weird cripple elevators that some places use. You may have seen them, they are open, have room for one and are made of steel or something like that. All too often, when I take it, I cannot open the door at the bottom. Sure the guard will open it for me, but fuck that. I feel like a cattle (beeve is probably the correct word) in a chute. Thank you.
I can go around the other side. I doesn't take me long. I can zip around the building.
There's a big bank of doors, 6 or so. The one on the far left as I enter is the one with the button to open it for me to push. All of the rest of the doors open to a ramp. In front of the cripple door there's a three-riser staircase. Are they tone-deaf to the need of the disabled community to feel welcomed and part of the whole? Or are they just following the ADA the same way a 10-year old boy follows the demand that he cleans up his room--dragging his heels, following the letter not the spirit.

*eyeroll*