Broken Elevator

How to piss me off: have the elevator at the Vienna metro north garage break on a day when I parked on the roof.

I have bad knees. I got them from my mother, actually, who has fibromyalgia and arthritis. The only times I'm "disabled" are on the subway, when my knees can't take the weight-shifting used to stay upright, so I try to get a seat; and when there are stairs. I can't do stairs easily.

The elevator was cranky in the morning so I had walked down the stairs, which isn't as hard for me as going up. But it was completely out of service by the time I got home, and the sign indicated it wouldn't be fixed until October 2nd. So I had to haul myself up eight flights of stairs to the roof to get to my car.

I'm parking in the south garage from now on. It's newer, and the elevator doesn't break all the time.