No matter the plan... we all Blog to Lose!
Right now I'm pissed off, hurt, shocked, embarrassed and really, did I mention pissed off?
We have had this issue with the manager types in our apartment building. It's a very small complex. Months and months ago my husband and I were leaving to go and ride bikes. We live on the top floor so we go individually and load our bike in the elevator, first propping it up on the back wheel. We are always very careful to not get anything dirty in the elevator, etc. So, we were leaving this one day and all the apt owners (we're just renters) were having a meeting downstairs and they started telling us we couldn't put our bikes in the elevator because it would break. They told us to lock our bikes up down in the basement with a few other cars. We refused on the grounds that a) our bikes are expensive and we don't want them stolen (which would be highly likely), b) nothing had happened to warrant them trying to make us do this. My landlord said later that he got really mad at them and yelled at them when they said it was mostly really an issue of our weight. They said we are such 'BIG' people. So really they were using the bikes as an excuse for what - I don't know. I argued that adding a 30lb bike to a 200-300 lb frame is hardly going to break the elevator.
Fast forward to today when I opened an e-mail that was unintentionally sent to me by my landlord who was actually writing to his family and whose sister's name is also Cindy. He told her that WE broke the elevator for the SECOND TIME and that we would SCREAM and say that this isn't our fault. We put the bikes in the elevator along with OURSELVES and we are BIG PEOPLE.' What an extreme asshole. Long story short - we got into it bad at school and he said none of this would be a problem if we would just have agreed to park our bikes downstairs. I yelled at him that our groceries usually weigh more than the bikes. When we travel our suitcases weigh more than the f**king bikes. All four of the fat asses that live on the 4th floor who get on together collectively weigh more than one of us and our bike. I finished it off by saying that this obviously has NOTHING to do with the bikes. It's about us being fat. He didn't get that adding a 30lb bike made no difference if this was the scheme. Then I said, it's one or the other - it's the 30lb bikes or it's us. Which is it? We went round and round. It was awful and then I threatened to move out of the apartment and that I didn't need this shit. He stormed off with his jaw dropped.
This is all coming from a guy who I've always gotten along with and trusted. He has complimented me every time I see him about how great I look and how much weight I've lost. I was a mm away from losing it!! What is wrong with people?