What about my rights to enjoy the quaint charm of this cute little place? If the Squeeze Inn is modified for wheelchair access it won’t be the “Squeeze” Inn. Even the art on the menu is cute and intended to be enjoyed in a spirit of humor, but maybe I should sue for humiliation if I had a broader rear end than the ones in the art so that I couldn’t squeeze in, or if I was too short to sit on the stools, or if I had an eating disorder and couldn’t swallow all that glorious cheese, or if I was a french-fry-loving vegan and there was no air filter to filter out the smoke from grilling the beef and it grossed me out, or if I only had a half-hour lunch and the place was packed at lunchtime and there was no room for me to squeeze in.
Indeed, the few need to adjust themselves to the many - it’s the democratic way. Let’s vote to squeeze in to the Squeeze Inn, not to roll in. Until then, I might volunteer to pick up and deliver her burger and suggest that she sue Funderland because she can’t ride on the roller coaster with her little friends.
She’s out for money and she’s humiliating herself. She should sue her lawyer for enabling her to become a bully, thereby damaging her character and reputation. And shame on our court system for threatening this wonderful business owner, who is making a living and providing jobs and continuing to successfully operate the Squeeze Inn for the many of us who love it.
