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点评：I'm sad to say that every time I visit Pico, I end up being harassed by at least one staff member due to having two disabilities. They see the characteristics of an autistic person as suspicious or insubordinate and we become targets of people on power trips. That's a pattern of discrimination. I feel very unwelcome at Pico as a person with autism. Usually it's out on the mountain that I have issues, (and a teacher I'm close with who works with their adaptive ski program had an awful experience with a ski instructor who was terrible to their autistic students.) but this time it was at the Last Run Lounge, the pub that's upstairs in the Pico lodge.
The Last Run Lounge at Pico is by far the worst dining establishment in the area (and hands down the worst of all the dining establishments I've ever been to at any ski resort) for a multitude of reasons, particularly if you are disabled or a person of color.
First, when our server realized our table consisting of mostly Jewish folks and people of color was closing its tab, she adamantly demanded in front of the whole party that we tip on our full total, not the total after the discount we received for my husband being an employee over at Killington. (That's never happened before, and we had already intended to tip on the full check regardless. Bizarrely rude!) She also initially questioned my husband on the validity of his employee card, which has also never happened in our almost daily visits to the establishments there. How insulting...
After sharing a beer and eating the lounge's overpriced bowling alley food (I had already eaten at home.), I left the table and slowly sipped another beer for about an hour, watching the band. I'd stayed back, as my friends went back out for a couple of runs. Then I thought I'd be nice and pay the tab my friends had been affectionately arguing over before going out. (I thought that my husband had settled on keeping it open for me, but I would later find out from a very aggressive bartender that I was mistaken.)
I'm under 5 feet tall, so after standing and waiting patiently for almost a half hour at a bar that was not busy, I had to speak up and politely say, "excuse me," for the bar tender, Tommy, to notice I even existed. I also have high functioning autism, so I'll admit I'm a bit socially awkward. When he finally acknowledged me, and I asked to close a tab, he very aggressively came back and said there was no tab for our table.
Pleasantly surprised, I thought as an alternative nice gesture, I'd greet my husband after his last run of the day with a can of the beer he liked when he returned to the lodge. I guess this Tommy guy had never met a high functioning autistic person or had proper inclusion training, because he abruptly sniveled, "I'm not serving you," down his nose at me, and turned his back.
I said, "Excuse me, what did I do?"
He turned back around and replied, "I believe you're intoxicated."
"Because I'm autistic? I don't understand. I had a beer and a half over the course of hours." I asked him if it was my height and if he needed my ID? I'd waited almost 30 minutes just to be helped.
So, instead of treating me like a human being and interacting with me any further, he got his manager to come out and smugly grin at me as I explained what happened, trying not to cry, so nervous and confused that I was shaking. I told the manager that the restaurant should treat disabled people with some dignity. But I believe he assumed I was just a rich brat who wanted to beg for a beer the bartender denied me, and he dismissed me. As an autistic person, it's hard to communicate the way most people do in loud, busy environments. But he didn't believe me that I had a disability, and assumed I was just drunk, so he just rolled his eyes.
The racist waitress then chimed in with a highly inflated estimate of the amount of beers I'd had, actually mocking me when I corrected her on the number and explained I actually hadn't drank all of those two beers. (My husband always drinks part of my beer, because I don't like it once it gets warm.) She had already given our party a horrible attitude the entire time she served us, despite how polite we continued to be regardless.
When the manager asked me what I wanted at the end of it all, I wasn't even trying to fight being cut off from getting a beer. I was just so disheartened and appalled that they would treat a person with so much dismissive hostility and mocking judgment, simply based on the fact that they appear or communicate differently than what they're used to. It felt as though I'd been transported to some bygone era when that sort of discrimination was ok.
When my husband later came in to complain, Tommy's explanation for his behavior was that, when I came in, I "already seemed mad." This was blatantly false. (I stood there patiently for 30 minutes, and continued to be polite towards him even after he had become increasingly rude.) The racist waitress also changed her story about the amount she thought I drank. We still had our receipt. Apparently, it sounds as though they were nearly as mocking and dismissive towards him as they were to me, according to his account.
And to top it all off, one of the women in our group received a concussion from a snowboarder trying to catch up to his snowboarding lesson, who had gone down a closed jump, bailed and crashed into her while she was on the ground. The person had obviously not been taught the safety guidelines of skiing before being brought onto the slope. Horrible experience.
The Last Run Lounge at Pico is by far the worst dining establishment in the area (and hands down the worst of all the dining establishments I've ever been to at any ski resort) for a multitude of reasons, particularly if you are disabled or a person of color.
First, when our server realized our table consisting of mostly Jewish folks and people of color was closing its tab, she adamantly demanded in front of the whole party that we tip on our full total, not the total after the discount we received for my husband being an employee over at Killington. (That's never happened before, and we had already intended to tip on the full check regardless. Bizarrely rude!) She also initially questioned my husband on the validity of his employee card, which has also never happened in our almost daily visits to the establishments there. How insulting...
After sharing a beer and eating the lounge's overpriced bowling alley food (I had already eaten at home.), I left the table and slowly sipped another beer for about an hour, watching the band. I'd stayed back, as my friends went back out for a couple of runs. Then I thought I'd be nice and pay the tab my friends had been affectionately arguing over before going out. (I thought that my husband had settled on keeping it open for me, but I would later find out from a very aggressive bartender that I was mistaken.)
I'm under 5 feet tall, so after standing and waiting patiently for almost a half hour at a bar that was not busy, I had to speak up and politely say, "excuse me," for the bar tender, Tommy, to notice I even existed. I also have high functioning autism, so I'll admit I'm a bit socially awkward. When he finally acknowledged me, and I asked to close a tab, he very aggressively came back and said there was no tab for our table.
Pleasantly surprised, I thought as an alternative nice gesture, I'd greet my husband after his last run of the day with a can of the beer he liked when he returned to the lodge. I guess this Tommy guy had never met a high functioning autistic person or had proper inclusion training, because he abruptly sniveled, "I'm not serving you," down his nose at me, and turned his back.
I said, "Excuse me, what did I do?"
He turned back around and replied, "I believe you're intoxicated."
"Because I'm autistic? I don't understand. I had a beer and a half over the course of hours." I asked him if it was my height and if he needed my ID? I'd waited almost 30 minutes just to be helped.
So, instead of treating me like a human being and interacting with me any further, he got his manager to come out and smugly grin at me as I explained what happened, trying not to cry, so nervous and confused that I was shaking. I told the manager that the restaurant should treat disabled people with some dignity. But I believe he assumed I was just a rich brat who wanted to beg for a beer the bartender denied me, and he dismissed me. As an autistic person, it's hard to communicate the way most people do in loud, busy environments. But he didn't believe me that I had a disability, and assumed I was just drunk, so he just rolled his eyes.
The racist waitress then chimed in with a highly inflated estimate of the amount of beers I'd had, actually mocking me when I corrected her on the number and explained I actually hadn't drank all of those two beers. (My husband always drinks part of my beer, because I don't like it once it gets warm.) She had already given our party a horrible attitude the entire time she served us, despite how polite we continued to be regardless.
When the manager asked me what I wanted at the end of it all, I wasn't even trying to fight being cut off from getting a beer. I was just so disheartened and appalled that they would treat a person with so much dismissive hostility and mocking judgment, simply based on the fact that they appear or communicate differently than what they're used to. It felt as though I'd been transported to some bygone era when that sort of discrimination was ok.
When my husband later came in to complain, Tommy's explanation for his behavior was that, when I came in, I "already seemed mad." This was blatantly false. (I stood there patiently for 30 minutes, and continued to be polite towards him even after he had become increasingly rude.) The racist waitress also changed her story about the amount she thought I drank. We still had our receipt. Apparently, it sounds as though they were nearly as mocking and dismissive towards him as they were to me, according to his account.
And to top it all off, one of the women in our group received a concussion from a snowboarder trying to catch up to his snowboarding lesson, who had gone down a closed jump, bailed and crashed into her while she was on the ground. The person had obviously not been taught the safety guidelines of skiing before being brought onto the slope. Horrible experience.
翻译：我很遗憾地说，每次我访问笔克时，由于我有两种残疾，我最终都会受到至少一名工作人员的骚扰。他们认为自闭症患者的特征是多疑或不服从，而我们则成为人们追逐权力的目标。这是一种歧视模式。作为自闭症患者，我在 Pico 感到非常不受欢迎。通常我在山上遇到问题，（和我关系密切的一位老师在他们的自适应滑雪项目中工作时遇到了一位对自闭症学生很糟糕的滑雪教练的糟糕经历。）但这次是在Last Run Lounge，位于 Pico 旅馆楼上的酒吧。
由于多种原因，Pico 的 Last Run Lounge 是该地区迄今为止最糟糕的餐饮场所（并且是我去过的所有滑雪胜地中最糟糕的餐饮场所），特别是如果您有残疾或有色人种
首先，当我们的服务器意识到我们的桌子主要由犹太人和有色人种组成时，她在整个派对面前坚决要求我们给全额小费，而不是我们为我丈夫收到的折扣后的总数在 Killington 工作。 （这以前从未发生过，而且我们已经打算无论如何都要给完整的支票小费。奇怪的粗鲁！）她最初还质疑我丈夫的员工卡的有效性，这在我们几乎每天访问这些机构时也从未发生过那里。多么侮辱...
在分享了一杯啤酒并吃了休息室价格过高的保龄球馆食物（我已经在家里吃过了）之后，我离开了桌子，慢慢地喝了另一瓶啤酒，看了大约一个小时的乐队。我留在后面，因为我的朋友们出去跑了几圈。然后我想我会很友善，并在出门前支付我的朋友们一直深情争论的标签。 （我以为我丈夫已经决定为我开着它，但后来我从一个非常咄咄逼人的调酒师那里发现我错了。）
我身高不到 5 英尺，所以在一个不忙的酒吧里耐心地站了将近半个小时后，我不得不大声礼貌地说“对不起”，以便酒保 Tommy 注意到我什至存在过。我也有高功能自闭症，所以我承认我在社交上有点尴尬。当他终于认出我时，我要求关闭一个选项卡，他非常积极地回来说我们的桌子没有选项卡。
令我惊喜的是，我认为作为另一种友善的姿态，我会在丈夫一天最后一次跑步后回到旅馆时用他喜欢的一罐啤酒向他打招呼。我猜这个 Tommy 家伙从来没有遇到过高功能自闭症患者，也没有接受过适当的包容训练，因为他突然抽泣着说，“我不是在为你服务，”低着鼻子看着我，然后转过身去。
我说：“对不起，我做了什么？”
他回过头来：“我相信你喝醉了。”
“因为我有自闭症？我不明白。我在几个小时内喝了一杯半啤酒。”我问他这是不是我的身高，他是否需要我的身份证？我等了将近 30 分钟才得到帮助。
因此，他没有像对待人一样对待我并与我进行任何进一步的互动，而是让他的经理出来，在我解释发生的事情时得意地对我咧嘴一笑，尽量不哭，因为紧张和困惑以至于我在发抖。我告诉经理餐厅应该给残疾人一些尊严。但我相信他认为我只是一个想乞讨啤酒的有钱小子，酒保拒绝了我，他解雇了我。作为自闭症患者，很难像大多数人在嘈杂、繁忙的环境中那样进行交流。但他不相信我有残疾，以为我只是喝醉了，所以他只是翻了个白眼。
种族主义女服务员随后插嘴夸大了我喝过的啤酒数量，当我纠正她的数字并解释说我实际上并没有喝完那两种啤酒时，她实际上是在嘲笑我。 （我丈夫总是喝我的一部分啤酒，因为一旦它变暖我就不喜欢它。）她在为我们服务的整个过程中已经给我们的派对带来了可怕的态度，尽管我们继续保持礼貌。
当经理最后问我想要什么时，我什至没有试图抗拒被切断喝啤酒的机会。我感到非常沮丧和震惊，他们会以如此轻蔑的敌意和嘲弄的判断来对待一个人，仅仅是因为他们的外表或交流方式与他们习惯的不同。感觉好像我被带到了过去的某个时代，那时那种歧视还可以。
当我丈夫后来进来抱怨时，汤米对他行为的解释是，当我进来时，我“看起来已经疯了”。这是公然错误的。 （我耐心站了30分钟， 即使在他变得越来越粗鲁之后，他仍然对他保持礼貌。）种族主义女服务员还改变了她认为我喝了多少酒的说法。我们还有收据。显然，根据他的说法，听起来他们对他的嘲笑和蔑视几乎和对我一样。
最糟糕的是，我们小组中的一名女性因一名试图赶上他的单板滑雪课程的单板滑雪者而受到脑震荡，该单板滑雪者进行了一次封闭式跳跃，在她倒地时跳下并撞向她。在被带到斜坡上之前，这个人显然没有被教导滑雪的安全准则。可怕的经历。
由于多种原因，Pico 的 Last Run Lounge 是该地区迄今为止最糟糕的餐饮场所（并且是我去过的所有滑雪胜地中最糟糕的餐饮场所），特别是如果您有残疾或有色人种
首先，当我们的服务器意识到我们的桌子主要由犹太人和有色人种组成时，她在整个派对面前坚决要求我们给全额小费，而不是我们为我丈夫收到的折扣后的总数在 Killington 工作。 （这以前从未发生过，而且我们已经打算无论如何都要给完整的支票小费。奇怪的粗鲁！）她最初还质疑我丈夫的员工卡的有效性，这在我们几乎每天访问这些机构时也从未发生过那里。多么侮辱...
在分享了一杯啤酒并吃了休息室价格过高的保龄球馆食物（我已经在家里吃过了）之后，我离开了桌子，慢慢地喝了另一瓶啤酒，看了大约一个小时的乐队。我留在后面，因为我的朋友们出去跑了几圈。然后我想我会很友善，并在出门前支付我的朋友们一直深情争论的标签。 （我以为我丈夫已经决定为我开着它，但后来我从一个非常咄咄逼人的调酒师那里发现我错了。）
我身高不到 5 英尺，所以在一个不忙的酒吧里耐心地站了将近半个小时后，我不得不大声礼貌地说“对不起”，以便酒保 Tommy 注意到我什至存在过。我也有高功能自闭症，所以我承认我在社交上有点尴尬。当他终于认出我时，我要求关闭一个选项卡，他非常积极地回来说我们的桌子没有选项卡。
令我惊喜的是，我认为作为另一种友善的姿态，我会在丈夫一天最后一次跑步后回到旅馆时用他喜欢的一罐啤酒向他打招呼。我猜这个 Tommy 家伙从来没有遇到过高功能自闭症患者，也没有接受过适当的包容训练，因为他突然抽泣着说，“我不是在为你服务，”低着鼻子看着我，然后转过身去。
我说：“对不起，我做了什么？”
他回过头来：“我相信你喝醉了。”
“因为我有自闭症？我不明白。我在几个小时内喝了一杯半啤酒。”我问他这是不是我的身高，他是否需要我的身份证？我等了将近 30 分钟才得到帮助。
因此，他没有像对待人一样对待我并与我进行任何进一步的互动，而是让他的经理出来，在我解释发生的事情时得意地对我咧嘴一笑，尽量不哭，因为紧张和困惑以至于我在发抖。我告诉经理餐厅应该给残疾人一些尊严。但我相信他认为我只是一个想乞讨啤酒的有钱小子，酒保拒绝了我，他解雇了我。作为自闭症患者，很难像大多数人在嘈杂、繁忙的环境中那样进行交流。但他不相信我有残疾，以为我只是喝醉了，所以他只是翻了个白眼。
种族主义女服务员随后插嘴夸大了我喝过的啤酒数量，当我纠正她的数字并解释说我实际上并没有喝完那两种啤酒时，她实际上是在嘲笑我。 （我丈夫总是喝我的一部分啤酒，因为一旦它变暖我就不喜欢它。）她在为我们服务的整个过程中已经给我们的派对带来了可怕的态度，尽管我们继续保持礼貌。
当经理最后问我想要什么时，我什至没有试图抗拒被切断喝啤酒的机会。我感到非常沮丧和震惊，他们会以如此轻蔑的敌意和嘲弄的判断来对待一个人，仅仅是因为他们的外表或交流方式与他们习惯的不同。感觉好像我被带到了过去的某个时代，那时那种歧视还可以。
当我丈夫后来进来抱怨时，汤米对他行为的解释是，当我进来时，我“看起来已经疯了”。这是公然错误的。 （我耐心站了30分钟， 即使在他变得越来越粗鲁之后，他仍然对他保持礼貌。）种族主义女服务员还改变了她认为我喝了多少酒的说法。我们还有收据。显然，根据他的说法，听起来他们对他的嘲笑和蔑视几乎和对我一样。
最糟糕的是，我们小组中的一名女性因一名试图赶上他的单板滑雪课程的单板滑雪者而受到脑震荡，该单板滑雪者进行了一次封闭式跳跃，在她倒地时跳下并撞向她。在被带到斜坡上之前，这个人显然没有被教导滑雪的安全准则。可怕的经历。
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