I work at a department store part-time. It's December, 'nuff said. As a Holiday Sales Associate, I want to say please don't be that shopper.
Today, I worked the fitting room, and I noticed that certain people like take the only handicap changing room.
The Plus Size - These are the bigger people that need the bigger rooms.
The Shopaholic - She has, like, twenty thousand items, and needs, like, all the space she can get because she fucking deserves it.
McSpeedy - Has one item and figures they'll be in and out before a handicap person arrives anyway (I used to be guilty of this one.)
What these people don't realize is that you've made my job a lot harder. Not just handicapped people use that room. Moms with small children and strollers need that room.
Now I've got a mother, toddler, and screaming infant blocking the small entrance to the fitting room as we wait for one of those three princesses to get out. And all I can do is apologize, tune out the screaming, and try not to kirk out.
C'mon people, there are fifteen other perfectly available stalls to use.