Don’t ask the front desk how long “those people” are going to be here. People with special needs have the right to use this public space, just like you.
Don’t go up to the caretaker and demand he and his charges leave as fast as possible, then snarl at him for not telling you his name and his company. He and his charges have the right to use the space, just like you (and they have the right to not answer your questions).
Don’t ask us what we’re going to do about those “retarded people”. They have the right to use the space, just like you.
Don’t ask us what we’re going to do to help the “normal people who want to sit down but who can’t because the retarded people are taking up all the space.” Everyone has the right to use the space, just like you (though, truthfully, by this point, you don’t deserve shit).
Don’t ask us what we plan to do about the caretaker because he has a foreign accent and he’s rude and he doesn’t deserve to have a job in this here United States because he’s foreign. He has the right to use the space, just like you (and I bet NO ONE guessed the caretaker’s black, right?).
Don’t ask us to kick out “the retarded people, because that’s what they are, isn’t it, and we normal people don’t deserve to be around them. Other places do it.” We are not other places. People with special needs have the right to use the space, just like you (though, really, I’d rather you just left and never came back, asshole).
Don’t drop your bag on the floor in a huff and demand we do something about your problem. The only problem is you.
Don’t leave, shaking your head, wondering why we’re not assholes just like you. You were told a million times, this space is for everyone, not just those your prejudiced, racist privileged ass decides it should be for.
It’s times like these that I despair for the human race. The lack of compassion, sympathy, humanity, the vile hatred, just gets to me. I see it, hear it, every day, directed at a vast array of people who don't fall under the default heading “normal”, and I have to sit back and listen, and feel my face heat, and clench my fists, and say nothing because I’m at work and telling someone they’re a prejudiced, bigoted, racist privileged asshole is unprofessional, definitely a write-up offense. But damn, wouldn’t it feel good.