I was reminded of this story of fat consequence while reading a news story online earlier.
Quick backstory... I'm severely sick and disabled meaning I visit the hospital a lot for treatment (I'm underweight and fed via a tube as well as requiring a powered wheelchair. I can't walk due to a rare genetic disorder).
I was on my way to my hydrotherapy session one week last year when I saw something that absolutely disgusted me and my shitlord husband.
The physiotherapy department and the hydrotherapy pool are located in the basement of the hospital. There are stairs from the ground floor but for those like myself that cannot take the stairs there is a single lift (elevator).
This lift is the only one going down and it's of critical importance as many of the people needing physiotherapy and hydrotherapy are unable to walk far or they're amputees/other folks like myself that require wheelchairs.
We were approaching the lift and happened to be following the largest woman I've ever seen in real life, lumbering along on her scooty puff. She was out of breath just driving the thing, it was disgusting.
As we reached the lift and stairs her husband asked if she was going to use the stairs while he took her scooter in the lift (seems she'd been told to use the stairs more by her therapist).
She immediately started bitching him out saying that she was too tired after the journey (on a scooter!) and he was a bully just like the therapist. He quickly shut up and they continued toward the lift instead.
I was already pissed off, knowing that I'd have to wait for them to go down first as there was no way my powerchair would fit in the (large) lift alongside this whale.
If she wasn't on her scooter then both machines would fit but her rolls overhung that poor scooter so far there was no way I'd fit beside her without her flab crushing me.
The lift arrived and fatty slowly backed her beetus-cart onto it, all the while complaining about how narrow the doorway was (seriously, it's almost two metres wide!!).
She'd just got herself onto the lift when all off a sudden there was the sound of screeching metal and the lift dropped about half a metre down before the emergency brake kicked in.
Fatty starts screaming that she's going to die and we need to call for help as my husband and I stand there gawping and trying not to laugh.
That lift is rated to carry 1500kg but between fatty, her scooter and her lardarse husband, it just couldn't take anymore!
Fatty's screeching attracted the attention of the staff in the clinic next to the lift and they came running to help. They jumped down into the lift (brave folks!) got fatty off the scooter and tried to help her climb out.
She was wailing and complaining that it was too high up (it was like 50cm max) and even when they made a makeshift staircase out of some paper folders, she couldn't lift her legs high enough to walk up it!!
In the end there was nothing they could do other than call the fire brigade and the company that services the lift (so they could repair it).
My husband and I hung back, laughing our tits off for a while before I realised that we were going to be late for my appointment if we didn't get down to the hydrotherapy pool immediately.
That's when it dawned on me that fatty had broken the only lift that reaches the pool and physio clinic. I went from amused to pissed off in seconds!!
We spoke to some of the staff and they informed us that the only other route was to go all the way back out of the hospital and then go right round the side of the building, down a steep hill and find the small entrance that leads to the basement. It was, no joke, almost a mile walk to go all the way around from where we were.
Now sure, I'm in a powerchair, so to me it wasn't that big of a deal. It was inconvenient and I'd be late but I could easily manage it.
What pissed me off was thinking of all those people that are genuinely disabled, whether they use manual wheelchairs or just struggle to walk far, suddenly being told that they've got an extra mile to travel to reach their appointment, all because fatty didn't want to use the stairs like she'd been told to do!!
Admittedly it's stupid that there is only one lift down to the physio/hydro clinic, especially considering the kind of people that need to visit that clinic. Even so, the fact that fatty destroyed that lift through sheer laziness makes me fucking fume!
It turns out that it took the fire brigade 2 and a half hours to winch the whale out of the lift and she's now trying to sue the hospital due to "poor infrastructure" and "humiliation".
I don't know how she fucking dares to blame anyone other than herself!!
I really fucking hate these fat cunts!!
TL:DR - Vile scooter riding fatty and her husband destroy the only lift down to the physiotherapy/hydrotherapy clinic, forcing genuinely disabled people to walk a mile through and around the hospital to make it to their own appointments. Decides to sue the hospital because their lift "only" holds 1500kg.