I believe that, until the disabled community, as individuals, become as "In Your Face" about the rudeness we endure, the rudeness will continue. I once went to shop for a bed. The friend who was attending me that day was a dear person. The salesman said to her, as we entered the store, "How can I help you." she replied, "This is Ms. Stephy. She is here to buy herself a bed." "Looking at her, not a me, he asked, "What kind of bed does she want?" Response: "I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Salesman: "What size bed does she want?" Response: "I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Salesman: "Does she want a firm mattress? "Response from me: :I think we need to find another store to buy my bed. This man ins not interested in doing business with me." Salesman: Wait! I can talk to her!" That clunk was the sound of the door closing behind us.

We went to another store. The salesperson was a differnt kind of man. "How can I help you today?" Me: I am here to buy a bed" Well, there is plenty of room for your scooter between the aisles. My name is Ted. If you find something you like, lie down on it if you can, and I'll be right over. I just have to finish ringing this sale." You know where I bought my bed.