The marks of casual ableism

Everyday ableism usually happens when I’m alone, when I’ve no friend to back me up or no stranger to lock eyes with to ask, “did that really happen?” The incidents are always unbelievable, so much that if I were to post them on Twitter, the It Didn’t Happen Army would have their way with me, and this morning’s double whammy is no exception.

I was in the…