Yes- there is a weight limit, but also the elevators are "smart" in the sense they have alarms in them when the weight limit is exceeded. It's a weight limit, not a number of people limit.
*nods* One particular elevator ride comes to mind. I'd been waiting for quite some time, and got on the not-quite-full elevator when it arrived. The person closest to the door began to passive-aggressively snipe about there being too many people on the elevator (I was the only person who'd gotten on).
Her to her friend: "You know, there's only supposed to be eight people on here." Me: "Actually, it's not a number-of-people issue." Her: "The elevator will break." Me: "They broke last year because people were throwing their arms out in front of the door sensors and knocking them offline. Eight is a purely arbitrary number."
And she *continued* to bitch the whole way up. I did eventually feel the need to say "Excuse me. I am disabled. I need to ride the elevator. This elevator is not full, and I suggest that you talk to ops if you don't believe me regarding the number-of-people issue. Or read the signs posted on every elevator door."
About half of the time I rode the elevator, I had to repress the urge to flip the cretins off when I disembarked.
This was easily the worst part of the convention. The nastiness and rudeness of the elevator nazis.
(And it was a problem last year, too; I remember not being allowed to get into an elevator with my daughter because there were seven little kids in it, coming down from Fast Track. But eight very overweight people in the elevator, that's apparently okay. Seriously, anyone who goes by the eight-person limit without taking relative weights into account is a complete idiot.)
Much as this solution may suck for staff, I think it's the best we've got: elevator monitors. I never had a problem when folks like happypete and jmspencer were on elevator duty. They handled things with humor and style, and people were not assholes.
Phew! Yeah. Can you see I have Issues with this?
Complicating matters: yes, I am disabled. No, you can't tell by looking at me (unless I'm tired). Yes, I really, truly do need to use the elevators instead of the stairs. Trust me, I'd take the stairs were I physically able to do so. But that's one of the things that my body just can't handle even on the good days.
You can't tell if someone's disabled or able-bodied just by looking at them. So don't assume.
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?"
Seriously, other than the elevator hell, I had a great time. Really enjoyed all of my panels, really enjoyed the parties and gaming and everything. The Surprise Short-Story Challenge was something new and interesting, and I got to do the Mentos-in-Diet-Coke thing in Hands-On Science for Kids. I could go on about this forever, and likely will on my own journal. :)
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Date: 2008-01-21 10:16 pm (UTC)*nods* One particular elevator ride comes to mind. I'd been waiting for quite some time, and got on the not-quite-full elevator when it arrived. The person closest to the door began to passive-aggressively snipe about there being too many people on the elevator (I was the only person who'd gotten on).
Her to her friend: "You know, there's only supposed to be eight people on here."
Me: "Actually, it's not a number-of-people issue."
Her: "The elevator will break."
Me: "They broke last year because people were throwing their arms out in front of the door sensors and knocking them offline. Eight is a purely arbitrary number."
And she *continued* to bitch the whole way up. I did eventually feel the need to say "Excuse me. I am disabled. I need to ride the elevator. This elevator is not full, and I suggest that you talk to ops if you don't believe me regarding the number-of-people issue. Or read the signs posted on every elevator door."
About half of the time I rode the elevator, I had to repress the urge to flip the cretins off when I disembarked.
This was easily the worst part of the convention. The nastiness and rudeness of the elevator nazis.
(And it was a problem last year, too; I remember not being allowed to get into an elevator with my daughter because there were seven little kids in it, coming down from Fast Track. But eight very overweight people in the elevator, that's apparently okay. Seriously, anyone who goes by the eight-person limit without taking relative weights into account is a complete idiot.)
Much as this solution may suck for staff, I think it's the best we've got: elevator monitors. I never had a problem when folks like
Phew! Yeah. Can you see I have Issues with this?
Complicating matters: yes, I am disabled. No, you can't tell by looking at me (unless I'm tired). Yes, I really, truly do need to use the elevators instead of the stairs. Trust me, I'd take the stairs were I physically able to do so. But that's one of the things that my body just can't handle even on the good days.
You can't tell if someone's disabled or able-bodied just by looking at them. So don't assume.
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?"
Seriously, other than the elevator hell, I had a great time. Really enjoyed all of my panels, really enjoyed the parties and gaming and everything. The Surprise Short-Story Challenge was something new and interesting, and I got to do the Mentos-in-Diet-Coke thing in Hands-On Science for Kids. I could go on about this forever, and likely will on my own journal. :)