As far as I know there have been vast movements made in the past twenty years to make sure that businesses, buildings, restaurants, etc. can accommodate anyone with any particular need. And yet I found myself in dire need of one of the most simplest of accommodations the other day at a local sandwich shop near my house. I had about ten different errands to run and squeezing in lunch in the middle of them was going to give me a fifteen minute “break.” I walk in and order, looking around for the best spot for myself and my ten month old. As I ask the ever-so enthusiastic fifteen year old where the high chairs are located to which he replies, “Oh we don’t have those, but everyone always wants them.”
I was shocked – this was the first place I had ever gone that simply didn’t have a high chair? How could it be? How can a restaurant not cater towards families with children two and under? I didn’t know what to do, it was 95 degrees outside so eating in the car would be highly uncomfortable and I had picked this particular sandwich shop because it was right next to my next errand so going home to eat and then go back out would be the biggest hassle ever. I decided to grin and bare it and have my daughter sit on my lap. Boy, was that a mistake. Later as I was walking through the grocery store finishing up my errands, complete with stains of tomatoes, mustard and Cheetos dust all over my white shirt, I was still baffled by the fact that they couldn’t accommodate my daughter. I decided I must take action and talk to my city councilman or whatever it is you do when you’re pissed off about something… more on that pursuit in the future; but for now I just need a stinking high chair.











