I thought it was about time for a good old soap box rant.
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:36 am
So here we go. :soap:
I am so sick of people treating their pregnancies as if they are a debilitating illness. You are pregnant. You did it to yourself by having sex, (no matter how you look at it, and yes I do know that it takes two to tango.) and you are not, repeat not, intitled to demand access reserved for those who truly have a debilitating condition.
Now, before you ladies out there burn me in effigy, I would like to say that I in no way mean to say that pregnant women shouldn't be allowed, or that they deserve to be dragged out to walk the endless hills of MK in an august heat. Most of the women in this situation did not ask to be here, and I'm sure that if you asked them they would tell you that they would rather be in their hotel room. These people I really feel for and whenever possible I attempt to get them a seat. Sometimes these is easy, or sometimes it is next to impossible. This may make them miserable, but that does not mean that they or moreover their all to often full of themself party, who simply crams the woman in a wheelchair or worse, drag them have the right to give me greaf.
Case in point a situation from today. I was loading during the fireworks exit at one of the wheelchair ramps. In strolls Ms. Pregnant and a party of twenty, all adults mind you. (in case you have never seen the momorails, there are three door sections of the twelve that are wide enough to accomidate a wheelchair.) Anyway, they stop in front of the section that I was loading. As the exit pushes a lot of people I asked them to move all the way down to the end of the platform. They don't move, but at this point, three wheelchairs come up on the platform and I repeat my request. This causes the woman to get in my face saying, "Excuse me, but I'm fucking pregnant and I have to sit down. So I'm not fucking moving."
At this point, I am having a trying day to begin with, so when a fourth wheelchair comes on the platform I let the woman know that I would be glad to get her a seat but she would have to let the wheelchairs on first. This request only got me this responce. "There are twenty of us and we are all tired so we want to sit. Put the fucking cripples on another fucking train." This got me fed up, so I reached over and turned off the gate switch. Then in a booming voice told them, that if they didn't move away from the gate I would not allow them to board. With a huff and after calling me an ass, the moved down. Now I know she was most likely uncomfortable and I still made good on my promise and found her a seat. I guess after all was said and done she must have realized that I was only doing my job because she took the seat begrugingly.
I am so sick of people treating their pregnancies as if they are a debilitating illness. You are pregnant. You did it to yourself by having sex, (no matter how you look at it, and yes I do know that it takes two to tango.) and you are not, repeat not, intitled to demand access reserved for those who truly have a debilitating condition.
Now, before you ladies out there burn me in effigy, I would like to say that I in no way mean to say that pregnant women shouldn't be allowed, or that they deserve to be dragged out to walk the endless hills of MK in an august heat. Most of the women in this situation did not ask to be here, and I'm sure that if you asked them they would tell you that they would rather be in their hotel room. These people I really feel for and whenever possible I attempt to get them a seat. Sometimes these is easy, or sometimes it is next to impossible. This may make them miserable, but that does not mean that they or moreover their all to often full of themself party, who simply crams the woman in a wheelchair or worse, drag them have the right to give me greaf.
Case in point a situation from today. I was loading during the fireworks exit at one of the wheelchair ramps. In strolls Ms. Pregnant and a party of twenty, all adults mind you. (in case you have never seen the momorails, there are three door sections of the twelve that are wide enough to accomidate a wheelchair.) Anyway, they stop in front of the section that I was loading. As the exit pushes a lot of people I asked them to move all the way down to the end of the platform. They don't move, but at this point, three wheelchairs come up on the platform and I repeat my request. This causes the woman to get in my face saying, "Excuse me, but I'm fucking pregnant and I have to sit down. So I'm not fucking moving."
At this point, I am having a trying day to begin with, so when a fourth wheelchair comes on the platform I let the woman know that I would be glad to get her a seat but she would have to let the wheelchairs on first. This request only got me this responce. "There are twenty of us and we are all tired so we want to sit. Put the fucking cripples on another fucking train." This got me fed up, so I reached over and turned off the gate switch. Then in a booming voice told them, that if they didn't move away from the gate I would not allow them to board. With a huff and after calling me an ass, the moved down. Now I know she was most likely uncomfortable and I still made good on my promise and found her a seat. I guess after all was said and done she must have realized that I was only doing my job because she took the seat begrugingly.
