Not sure if this is true, but somebody emailed it to me and it’s funny.
Anxious to ‘include’ as many minorities, religions and disabilities as possible, the human resources department of the University of Alberta has put up a Braille poster outside its main office. The poster has been placed inside a display case with a glass front.
[This is brought to you by the same geniuses who put braille instructions on the drive up window at the bank.]
I’ve never seen instructions on those things, but I have seen Braille on them. It’s essentially useless though, drive through or not, because the Braille tells you nothing more than that you are in fact standing near a bank machine. And even then you pretty much have to molest the thing to find it, and by that time you’re probably well aware of where you are. Seriously, I’d hate to meet the person who walks up to one of these things and tries to call somebody on the big speaker pay phone.
And while we’re on the subject of Braille bank machines, unless the machine is going to talk to me, don’t even bother with the Braille. You might think that putting A B C D E F on the buttons down the sides is helpful, but it’s not. All of the stuff I need to know to make those letters mean something is on the screen, which isn’t in Braille, ever. You’re wasting your time, and you’re wasting mine too by making me stand there while you try to convince me that this is the coolest thing ever. It isn’t.
I’m not trying to say that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, because I do. All I’m saying is consult a blind person, and I don’t mean one of those crazy advocate types who work for the big organizations or the winey bitch unreasonable everything should be handed to me because my eyes don’t work types either. I’m talking about people like me, or people like Carin. We’ll help you, and we won’t even make you feel sorry for us in the process or ask you for consulting fees. But hell, if you want to give us consulting fees, I’m sure we could work something out.