Goulburn Shopping Centre, 11 am last Tuesday. I’m waiting for someone to vacate the disabled toilet. I see a dim form approach the frosted glass door and as it slides open my suspicions are confirmed: an able-bodied person.
As he steps out he looks down at me (I’m on my small electric scooter), says, ‘Sorry!’ and starts to move away down the corridor.
‘Wait,’ I say. ‘Did you really need the disabled toilet?’