Me, my dad, my aunt and uncle were in Washington D.C. We'd been on a site seeing trip and my aunt had a bit of business with some government office. On our last day we were looking for something to do before we left for the airport at noon, and saw that the FDR memorial was being opened today and Bill Clinton would be there, so we decided to swing by and see about it.
When we arrived at the site it became apparent that we were not going to be able to get in. There were a number of men in suits that I can only assume were secret service standing around looking wary, and a lady taking tickets as guests entered. The statue was of FDR in his wheel-chair, and so perhaps half of the invitees were disabled, either physically or mentally. Dad and I were prepared to leave and catch our plane, but my aunt was more determined and figured it was worth a try at getting in.
She went up to the nice lady who was taking tickets and said, "Pardon me, we don't have tickets, but would it be possible for us to get in anyway?"
The lady was beginning to say that she didn't think it would be possible for us to attend, but then she looked over my aunt's shoulder and saw my uncle standing there looking glum. My uncle is a tall man, and at this point he was rather exhausted, and had a somewhat glazed look about him. The lady looked at him sympathetically and then said, "Let me see what I can do."
My uncle is not, in point of fact, mentally disabled, or disabled in any way.
Soon enough the lady came bustling back out with envelopes for each of us. Inside the envelope was a pass to attend the unveiling of the FDR memorial, and afterward to attend a formal luncheon, which the President would also attend.
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