When I entered a packed elevator, the message “Overweight” came on the screen. I was ejected by the other passengers, who called me obese, but then I did something totally out of the blue.
I had a pretty horrible experience this morning.
The elevator in my office was outdated, so I had to travel up to the fifteenth story. It would have been extremely difficult for me to walk fifteen levels on foot, of course. Being a plus-sized girl, I must admit that it might be challenging for me to move around at times.
I stepped into the elevator, which already had two males, a woman in her fifties, and a mother with her toddler. The elevator didn’t move, but the doors nearly closed. The warning, “Overweight,” showed up on the screen. One traveler needs to get out.
Everyone turned to face me right away. Although no one spoke directly, their appearances conveyed the message: “You’re fat — get out.”
— “Madam, would you mind going outside? “We’re rushing,” the older woman remarked.
I answered, “I’m only nineteen, so I’m not a madam.”
— “Oh God, to let yourself go like that at that age. Go out, girl; you are the reason why there is overweight.
I gently said, “I’m in a hurry, I can’t get out.”
After that, the males joined:
— “Are you not aware that we are waiting? Leave now!
— “You’ll be healthier if you take the stairs.”
I lost patience. Then I did something I never thought I would do.
In the first remark, I share my tale; have you ever encountered something similar?
With a sigh, I hit the “open doors” button.
— “All right, I’ll leave,” I said, moving to the side.
To everyone’s astonishment, however, the elevator remained motionless. I began to laugh as I glanced at them:
— “Oh, I understand. I suppose there are other obese people among you. Who will leave now, then? Perhaps you, grandmother?
The woman yelled, “I’m only forty-five, I’m not a grandma.”
— “I don’t think so. You appear older. You’re holding everyone up with your additional weight, so go out now.
With a sigh, the woman walked out of the elevator. However, nothing again. The elevator did not move, and the doors closed.
By that point, I couldn’t stop laughing aloud. They began to leave one by one, believing that to be the reason. The elevator was still broken, though.
It wasn’t until much later that I realized it wasn’t me. The old elevator, which had been broken for a while, just wouldn’t move this time.
And I must have had their ears ringing from laughter as I stood in the corridor.
