Yesterday, after a long time, I wanted to see a movie at the cinema with my wife.
The seat reservation proved to be a little difficult because this was only possible online, and although you could click on the “one” wheelchair place nothing happened.
I tried to call the cinema several times and learned that after around 30 times ringing you get kicked out the line by the telephone system.
We reserved the two seats next to the wheelchair place (apparently the places were next to each other) and drove with the car to the cinema.
Surprisingly there were actually all two disabled parking places at the rear exit vacant, whereas on one two pedestrians with lots of tools were standing who immediately made room for my “parking”.
I turned my car in a one-way-street and parked the wrong way round because at the pavement side getting off the car is hardly possible for me even with assistance, and my wheelchair loading system is not working properly.
For this purpose I made up an additional “permit card” so that our friendly officers hopefully won’t find a new parking place for me.
“Due to wheelchair loading system parking in opposite direction of travel.”
In the meantime a hired minivan arrived, parked on the other disabled parking place, and the two guys stored away their tools. I didn’t say anything, the loading couldn’t last forever.
At the cinema box office I got the explanation that it was possible to book the wheelchair place online, but sometimes it wouldn’t work. Great…!!
Nevermind, we just had to pay for one ticket, and the wheelchair place was still available.
At half height in the cinema, nobody directly in front, that’s quite nice.
The seat numbers were a bit strange, seat 13 and seat 91, but that would be right.
Some construction engineer has excelled himself. It was probably built according to the latest EU directive for inclusion (equal treatment of handicapped and non-handicapped). Ingenious, our own
wheelchair waiting zone in the cinema.
Praiseworthy, the emergency telephone on the wall and the spacious place directly next to an emergency exit.
Please note the especially high raised
Anti-Snogging-Wall,
which also prevents rigorously undesirable conversations with the companion during the movie.
There was actually just a wall between us and a romantic cinema date.
The movie was great, it even had a guy in a wheelchair.
It played in a country where traditionally fried, amputated amphibian extremities are eaten*.
When I was back at my car I was a little bit annoyed that the minivan was still standing on the second disabled parking place.
I know that the fire protection requirements in a cinema are strict, but
TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!!!
I am still a little unclear about what I should actually wait for in the waiting zone, there was not even anybody coming to sell ice cream.
*France, (frog’s legs)
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