But they don’t always do. Before I got my powerchair, I solely used a cane (my parents were VERY AGAINST the idea of letting me get a mobility device for my disability, no matter how much I told them it would benefit me.) between the bus and the
scooter rental.
After 20 minutes of standing at the bus stop to go back to the hotel (again, my mom wouldn’t even let me sit in a “loaner wheelchair” from the scooter drop off to the bus stop, which added another 10 minutes of agonizing walking time.), my heart sank every time there was a long line for the bus. My mom just told me to just be thankful that the bus was even coming and if there wasn’t any seats, that I wasn’t even allowed to ask someone to give up theirs, even though my one bad leg was about to collapse on me.
When the bus came and everyone before me got on, all of the seats were taken and no one offered their seat to me and I had to stand holding onto a bar for the ride home.