Paratransit Parables #4

I love when these folks collude together, the dispatchers and the drivers...tonight, someone thought the CDOT office was my workplace. It is not, it never has been, but they swore the bus should be right infron of my nose.

It wasn't.

The driver did find me after a bit more information was exchanged...and he felt bad about it...

and then, while getting me off the ramp...pulled apart one of the smaller front wheels of my chair.

It's repairable, fairly easily...

Why do those with impairments need a "luxury item" like a cell phone? So they can limit the amount of miscommunication between themselves, their drivers, and the driver's home base.