I got into an elevator with my father to go see Mum in hospital. I would take the stairs, but they are nowhere near the section where she is, and ... my father can't do stairs very well, as he's 70 ... I'll give him a pass.
Well, two people got on, who each were about twice my weight. When the floor button was pushed, there was a sound, creek, lurch, but the car rode to the 3rd floor. Instinctively, I terribly looked at the load limit, which the four of us never came close. I'm so ashamed, "Oh sure, blame the fat ones!"
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