A dear friend is a functional quad in a large and heavy electric wheelchair. There are some things she just can't do, but with friends and reasonable cooperation from local businesses, we always find a workaround. If the business does its best, and we still have to use a service elevator or a back door, so what, we all get in and that's what counts. And our friend is the most cheerful and uncomplaining person you could ever meet -- I know disability doesn't make you automatically a saint, but she qualifies. She would never harass anyone -- of course we're all here to raise cain on her behalf, since she would never do it herself. But the reason she has so many good friends and partisans is because she is so good.
I think with a little tiny place like this, the retrofit to accommodate an electric wheelchair would be larger than the whole establishment itself and completely impractical. Carryout is just going to be necessary here, or a picnic at a nearby table if one's available. But for heaven's sake don't get the feds involved over a hamburger shack!
“we always find a workaround.”
May I compliment you on the word “workaround”! That
epitomizes the right attitude instead of just Bitch’n. Too bad more people don’t see it that way.