PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES MUST ALWAYS BE ABLE TO USE THE MAIN ENTRANCE

SEPARATE, HIDDEN, LOCKED ELEVATORS ARE DANGEROUS AND DISCRIMINATORY 

This is my wife, waiting 20+ minutes to simply enter the Marshalls at 255 E. Flagler in downtown Miami.

The elevator must be summoned by ringing a bell, but no one responds. We phoned twice & got hung up on.

The downtown Miami Marshalls store discriminates against people with disabilities by segregating its elevator far from the main entrance.

Wheelchair users routinely wait a half hour for a response to unlock it.

For more than 2 decades, the Marshalls in downtown Miami segregates people with disabilities to an unmarked locked elevator far from its main entrance.

Its parent company earns $32 billion in one year.

It can afford an all-access elevator at its main entrance.

If I said you had to wait 30 minutes to enter my store if you are Black/Jewish/LGBTQ, I would expect boycotts/protests/lawsuits.

So why does downtown Miami Marshalls make people with disabilities wait half hour for staff to unlock elevator?

Discrimination strips dignity.

We have contacted a regional manager and told him the only thing that will change this is a new elevator for all without controlled access.

THE MOST CRASS MARKETING EVER

INSENSITIVE PET CARE CLINIC OPENED PAINFUL WOUND

The picture here is of our beloved Puchy.

We shared custody of her with a Little Havana neighbor living hand to mouth.

When she took sick, we ran up well more than $1,000 in vet bills trying to save this little mixed breed bundle of joy.

Sadly, at about age 10, our angel dog crossed the rainbow bridge.

The veterinarian outfit we took her to, one with several outlets in Greater Miami, did a terrible job of caring for her.

She wasn't a beloved family member to them, she was a profit center.  

Even when we knew she had to be euthanized, the clinic's sales people were marketing to us -- guilting us into buying a clay pressing of her dying paw and a deluxe post cremation kit.

That day in 2009, I decided I wouldn't do business with that group of charlatans if they were the last veterinary clinic left standing in South Florida.

So imagine my shock when from out of nowhere yesterday, I received a "Happy Birthday Puchy" text from this piece of crap outfit.

Of course, the well wishes were a thinly-veiled come-on, wrapped around a link that went to their online pet appointment scheduling application.

Even if Puchy were alive, she'd be nearly 20 years old.  I don't think the average dog lives that long, so it's crass and careless to send out birthday wishes to an old pet anyway.

But this craphole of pretend pet care went beyond.

When it was pouring dollars into a new marketing campaign, it couldn't even have the decency to check its own records.

Five minutes of matching my cell number to the pet I brought in would confirm that this outfit put our beloved Puchy down in less than a week after it commenced  care of our furry family member.

I try not to be vulgar in my blog posts, but Knowles Animal Clinics -- 

I send you to hell.

I love my Puchy.

She brought joy to our lives for a good half dozen years.

We're truly not sure how old she is, because our indigent friend took her in off the street when she was full grown.

I guess when we registered her for care, we had to give a birth date so we made one up.

Somebody took that data, damn near a decade old, and turned it into the most shameful, greedy sales pitch text I've ever heard of.

If you are in Greater Miami, I urge you to go to Miami-Dade Animal Services.   They have a brand new facility and some of the most caring people -- from vets to entry level staff -- on the planet.

Boycott Knowles.  They are all about profit margin, not pet care.

I truly hope this goes viral.

Is there anything more underhanded than playing on a pet owner's emotions to try to ring the cash register a few more times?

Thanks for nothing Knowles, you opened a wound of grief I thought was long healed.

Thanks to your obsession with the almighty dollar and nothing else, I am shedding tears for my long-departed Angel Dog...when I could be spending my time caring for our 6 rescue animals.