I’m a Real Change vendor. I get around in a wheelchair. My wheelchair and I — and previously my late service dog Laya — get around by mass transportation, usually on a Metro bus. That is, when we can get on the bus.
It happens maybe two or three times a week. The driver will tell me the bus is too crowded to let me on, and just close the doors and drive off. I had a driver last week just turn around to his passengers and say, “Hey, does anybody want to move?” Nobody spoke up, so he closed the doors and drove off, too. ...