The Benefits of Exercise

I just had a woman come by to take a look at an apartment that happens to be in the same building my office is in. I'm using "woman" in the loosest sense of the word, since a more appropriate term would be "giant Weeble."

To recap: the woman shows up right on time and literally has to turn sideways to get through the door to our office. She is about 5'1 and pushing 350 pounds. Whatever; I'll show her the place. We go into the lobby and a sign on the elevator informs us that it is out of order. "No problem," I say, "we can take the stairs."

Her response? "No, I don't think I can see it today."

"It's on the second floor, it's right up the stairs."

"I would REALLY prefer to take the elevator. I don't do stairs." At this point she handed me her card, told me to call her when the elevator was working, and left.

This woman was unwilling to walk up one flight of stairs to see an apartment where she might be living for the next year. And you wonder why I hate fat people.