Have they run out of paint?
Most days the fact that I am almost blind is at the most annoying. But there are days when I would like to take the people who design things and give them my limited vision for a day--hey, how about a week? Anyone can live without a sense for a day.
I can no longer drive, so when making appointments or in the mood for, say a pizza, and they don't deliver out where we live, that mood had better be around someone else's ability to take me or go get it for me. And appointment people, while they are polite, the almost hidden sigh or annoyance on the other end of the line when I say, no it has to be late afternoon that's the only time I can get a ride, is unmistakable. It says, you dumb fuck, why don't you have a car, or why don't you have a license, or why did you never learn to drive all rolled into one.
Then there are the stores, starting outside. Blind does not always mean the staring off into middle space, sunglass wearing, my world is dark sort of thing. In my case, I don't have any peripheral vision and no depth perception at all. Maybe the creators of the Flat Earth Society saw the way I do. I have other issues, but this lack of perception makes life a bit hard sometimes. I step over things that are only lines and trip up curbs that are not painted, or fall over them. I've learned how to navigate with a cane, but on those times when I don't have one, a painted curb is great! I'd rather step over a line than trip.
So why would you as a painter, stop that line at the front door? Not just at the ramp that goes up to the door, but stop it with a foot of curb at each side of the ramp? Yes, you guessed it, I tripped over that curb, managed to keep my balance, well, sort of, after doing a windmill dance, and my foot landed on that curb. So, today, my foot is killing me. I think I may have broken a bone in it.
I'm not asking for a visor, you know, Star Trek style, but is a painted curb too much to ask for?