Driven to Drink
The universe is continuing the theme…
There's a bit of a celebration going on this weekend and
although I normally don't partake of alcohol (it gives me headaches), I decided
to go in search of a particular product. I first learned of Woody's pink grapefruit cooler when it was handed out free on the street (yes, really). It's
delicious, refreshing, and because I don't normally partake of alcohol, I was
tipsy within three sips. My four-pack is going to last me years. So… I went to
the local LCBO, which is a brand-new store just opened. Once inside, you can
tell that they might still be cleaning up after the construction or are not
quite finished, but there is stock and employees and that was all I needed.
This brand-new store is on the ground floor of an old
building and was completely gutted and renovated prior to opening. You’d figure
it out what with the relatively new Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act and the even newer customer service regulations that, as I
mentioned on Tuesday, came into effect in January of this year, that such a
brand-new store would be a paragon of accessibility, right?
How many of you just sighed?
There are several doors one can use to get in and each has
an automatic door opener. There’s a lip of an inch or two by each door and
cement has been applied making a bit of a ramp. One’s fine, the other’s too
steep. Fine. At least I have a choice of doors. I push a door opener. It didn't
work and was in fact blocked by the display on the inside, but that could be
due to them not being quite organized yet. I try another button which was just
fine and I entered the store.
Just inside the door, I am directly by various signage that
the way to enter the store itself is on my left. I turn. And swear, not quite
under my breath. Remember the anti-theft gate that Metro installed? The one
that consists of two horizontal bars that the customer has to push through in
order to enter? Said horizontal bars being at a height where a person in a
wheelchair would have to force them with their chest? You guessed it. The new
LCBO store has one.
I turn around and look behind me. The access from the cash
area to the little vestibule before the entrance/exit is open and I go through
that, slightly cranky already. Once inside the store, I am impressed with the
width of the aisles and the general lack of clutter, which makes it easy for me
to move around in the store. I meet a very helpful employee who finds my
four-pack of Woody’s and head towards the cash. At the cash, I am pleased to
discover a fairly low counter and - get this! - a detachable pin pad!! I am now
considerably less cranky.
And now for getting out. I go into the small vestibule-ish area
to get to the entrance/exit and look for the automatic door opener. And swear
again. Problem #1: the automatic door opener is placed at about my eye height,
which assumes that I have full mobility in my upper body. Which an awful lot of
people with disabilities do not. However, as the Ontario Building Code
specifies that this height is okay, I'm going to cut the LCBO a bit of slack. When
it comes to Problem #2, I am decidedly not going to cut them any slack. To
illustrate part of the discussion of Problem #2, I messed around in Photoshop to
provide a pictoral aid (most of which is admittedly a terribly bilious green
colour, but that sort of matches how I feel about the whole thing. Also, dimensions
of door openings are not scalable because… Well. I needed to move on with this
post)
The blue lines are doors - along the top are the entrance/exit
separate by a wall (black line) and the tiny green lines in the upper left and
upper right corners are the automatic door openers. Do you see the problem?
Uh-huh. They are placed all the way up against the 90°
corner, right next to the front door. Imagine you are using a wheelchair or
scooter. How would you reach these buttons?
Who in their right mind would decide to put the buttons
there?? This placement assumes that you can lean forward really far, have
completely normal mobility and dexterity in your arms, not to mention that said
arms resemble those of an orangutan in length. Because otherwise how would you
reach the button, which is located at about the height of your head?
And do you want to hear the really, really ridiculous thing?
On the LCBO website, there is a comprehensive section on the LCBO and accessibility. Yes.
Really. In this section, right at the top, they outline their commitment to
accessibility:
"In fulfilling our mission, the LCBO strives at all
times to provide its goods and services
in a way that respects the dignity and independence of people with
disabilities. We are also committed to giving people with disabilities the same opportunity to access our
goods and services and allowing them to benefit
from the same services, in the same place and in a similar way as other customers."
I have bolded the terms that are really important. And it
makes me want to bang my head against the wall again, because they have clearly
tried in so many ways. Aisles are nice and wide, staff is incredibly helpful,
they’d even thought about low cash counters and detachable pin pads (trust me,
this is huge). But here's the thing - and I'm going to do this in a separate
paragraph and bold it for emphasis:
If I cannot enter or
exit your store independently or with dignity (hint: pushing open an antitheft
gate with my bosom is not dignified),
I do not have the same opportunity to access your store in a similar way as
other customers.
Considering that the store is located in a neighbourhood that has a much higher than normal rate of people using mobility aids, this is bound in losing customers. Not to mention there might be a little problem with any claims of being in compliance with AODA.
Maybe Carrie is right. I need to hire myself out as an
accessibility inspector.
Comments
It beats the hell out of me why these companies can't take a day or two during the renovation to invite people with various disabilities to do a 'dry run' of all the store's facilities to see what does and doesn't work for various people.
I was at *big touristy place in California* once and there was a button to push to get IN the restroom--but none to get out. How hard is it to take a dry run in a chair to think things through? Keep talking, Lene: the world needs you!
It'd be a specialized sort of 'secret shopper' job. I'm sure at least one of the secret shopper companies would love to have you.
(And I mean real secret shopper companies, not the ones that send out tonnes of spam).