Praise Og, you’re here! I trust this thread is scathing and witty enough, sir. May I take your coat? Please, have a seat. Let me bring you some warm brandy. Yes, yes you just settle in and enjoy. If at any moment the vitriol becomes a little bit weak, please don’t hesitate to hit the “Report” button and the offending posters will be punished severely.
Oh, we are so glad you’re here, sir. And, if it’s not too much trouble, would you be so kind as to share some of your commentary with us? That would be ever so grand, sir.
Personally, I’d mcuh rather spend 20 seconds climbing stairs—as long as I wasn’t too tired or didn’t need coffee too much. (I’d also rather spend 20 minutes driving down the highway than spend 20 minutes stuck in a traffic jam, which may or may not be analogous.)
For healthy, able-bodied people without medical conditions, the “exertion” of climbing a flight or two of stairs without carrying anything too heavy is no big deal, if one does it regularly. If one doesn’t do it regularly, it might behoove one to start doing so, and get in better shape. That’s why two- and three-story buildings often don’t have elevators: because climbing a flight or two of stairs should be no big deal. Maybe if people weren’t so afraid of a little exertion, we wouldn’t be such a nation of fat-asses.
You’re right: everyone has the right to ride the elevator. No one’s doing anything wrong by riding the elevator. And if the OP were actually doing something about people who ride up or down a couple floors, rather than just bitching about them in the Pit, he’d be out of line.
But. Neither I nor (probably) you have to depend on a long elevator raide every time we want to enter or leave our homes—I just step through the door and there I am. The OP does, and I can imagine it would get really old after a while if, every time I wanted to go out somewhere, or every time I just wanted to get into my home at the end of a long day, I had my long elevator ride delayed by people stopping it to get in and out when both they and I would ultimately be better off if they just took the stairs.
Exertion?! What exertion? It’s freakin walking. Jeezus, is this what society has come to? Walking up steps is now exertion? I wonder if in a few years, walking to the fridge would be considered exertion.
And I never said 3 flights. It’s 1 or 2 flights.
Lastly, quit adding in confounding variables like “carrying bags of groceries”. Clearly there are old people, handicapped people, and people with bags riding these elevators. This rant isn’t for them. It’s for the 20-somethings (that by far dominate this building) that don’t think about being courteous to other tenants.
Ah! It makes sense now. No wonder there are people who could possibly disagree with me on this. They think that a flight of stairs is actually something that might tire them out. I forgot that the majority of the SDMB is overweight middle-agers. It’s so clear now.
Because I was thinking exactly the same thing. The idea that walking up a flight of stairs is some kind of burdensome “exertion” for people who don’t have disabilities is actually pretty funny.
I have decided that I need to amend my ways. Apparently, it is not polite of me to make fun of people who sweat after taking a flight of stairs. Nor is it appropriate to castigate those who try to contribute but fail (though the inappropriateness is more in the Mark Twain pig reading sense).
Thus, I have started on my SDMB reconciliation program. My first step will be to set up an account at the local KFC. I have also contacted the apartment complex management to make them install an elevator in my building, because those stairs will undo all of my hard work. If they do not, I will certainly start a thread here about my discriminatory landlords.
I’ve also traded in my bicycle for a Ford F-150, which I hope will soon give me the opportunity to engage in fisticuffs against random passers-by in the parking lot of the Sirloin Stockade. The truck will be essential in transporting my newly arriving medicaid-benefit Rascal scooter, with which I shall cruise the aisles of the Wal-Mart, hunting for that last XXXL shirt with the Looney Tunes characters on it.
I humbly apologize to those who I have called worthless or who I accused of being unable to attain added value when posting. As part of my program, I have started watching more reality shows and reading nothing but Dragonlance books, and I feel this step will allow me to understand the difficulty some other posters have with being entertaining. I also sincerely hope that my new diet and lifestyle choices (I’ve sworn off sex with attractive people too) will allow me to generate the misplaced outrage and lack of perspective that I have so sorely been lacking.
Yes, but he lives in a 20+ story building, and thinks that it’s his right to judge whose trip is elevator-worthy. Everybody who pays rent has the same right, whether or not it’s a long or short ride. It does not matter whether it’s a trivial number of floors, or a lot of floors. He doesn’t own the building; he doesn’t pay extra for sole elevator use, and if people enjoy riding elevators, it’s too bad for him. When I go to 7-Eleven, should they wait on me first because I walked and others in line drove?
Of course it’s not burdensome, but it’s irrelevant. But it’s more “burdensome” than riding an elevator. And it’s not his elevator.
I don’t even eat at KFC, but I want an account. I guess, I dunno, I kind of want to have personal checks that say “Kentucky Fried Chicken” on them. Mainly because it would amuse me.
This isn’t your amateur Happy Meal at McDonald’s kind of thing. For the amount I’m talking about, KFC sends trucks direct from the HQ to your local hub. They invoice you on a 30/60 basis, require bills of lading, and help you fill out the EPA paperwork it requires to manufacture and transport massive amounts of fryer oil.
It’s not the sort of thing one undertakes lightly. Why, taking the stairs one day a week is wasting enough fried chicken calories that the environmental impact is similar to detonating a small nuke over virgin rainforest, spraying the crater down with agent orange, and then using the bare spot to drive around in a Humvee powered by baby seal oil and styrofoam.
Surely you haven’t forgotten…
(I’d also rather spend 20 minutes driving down the highway than spend 20 minutes stuck in a traffic jam, which may or may not be analogous.)