That’s Not At All Patronizing, Is It?
Some friends and I are sitting in our local pub on Friday night, having a few beers and discussing life, the universe, and everything. At the table next to us are a man and a woman in their forties doing much the same. The woman is in a wheelchair.
After they’ve been sitting there for a few hours, drinking and eating, the man heads to the bathroom while the woman flags down the waiter and asks for two more beers.
Waiter: “Sorry, I can’t serve you.”
Woman: *Taken aback* “Why not? We haven’t been too loud, have we?”
Waiter: “No, but I don’t know if you should be drinking.” *Points to her wheelchair* “Once your caretaker gets back, if he says it’s okay, then I’ll serve you.”
Woman: *Astonished* “My ‘caretaker’?”
Waiter: “Yeah, the guy who’s helping you out.”
Woman: “He’s not my ‘caretaker.’ I’m an adult; I’m quite capable of taking care of myself. You’ve been serving us for hours now with no problem.”
Waiter: “Because your caretaker was ordering.”
Woman: “He’s not my caretaker.”
Waiter: “Look, I’m sorry, but how am I supposed to know you’re not on some medication that will react poorly with alcohol?”
Woman: “Everyone else here could be, too, and you’re not refusing to serve them. I’m in a wheelchair; I’m not sick.”
Waiter: “How am I supposed to know that?”
Woman: “Because I’m telling you.”
Waiter: “And if your caretaker tells me the same, I’ll serve you.”
Woman: “Okay, let me speak to your manager.”
Waiter: “I’m the owner. So if you have a reaction to alcohol, that’ll be my responsibility, and I don’t want that.”
My Friend: “Look, just serve her. We’ve all been sitting here for a while, and the only one having a ‘reaction’ is you.”
Waiter: “Sure. Just as soon as her caretaker—”
Woman: *Furious* “He’s not my ‘caretaker’!”
My Friend: “And I am on medication, which is why I’ve been drinking soda all night, and you keep trying to sell me beer.”
Waiter: “But that’s different.”
And so on and so forth. The couple ended up leaving, as did we, and we haven’t been back since.
