Two shitlords for the price of one. A little back story, one of my closest friends is riddled with medical issues, many of which make it hard for her to move around. I'm pretty swole for a lady, and she is very light (maybe 40kg at most).     So we are in the city, headed to a specific bookstore located on the third floor of the building. We rock up, and sitting in the floor of the lobby sobbing into a phone is a butter beast. My friend and I share a look of wtf, but step over her and head to the elevator. "It's out of order!" She shouts at us before returning to her phone call. I overhear something about how "this is discrimination, ree reee reee" I ask my friend if she's up for the stairs today, and she replys in the negative. This makes piggies ears perk up, she tells her friend to wait a sec, and I am sensing tirade of "thin privilege, reee reee, you don't have conditions, reeeeeeee" because she gets that alot from both humans and butterbeasts alike (seriously, hidden disability's blow.)  Before the obeast gets a chance to open her maw, I turn my back to my friend and crouch a little. I have been known to drunkenly carry her kilometres after a night out so a few flights of stairs is nothing. We are so used to the piggy (tee-hee) back routine by now I could proberly run with her if the need arose. As we head to the stairs, my friend says in a very loud voice, "I'm sorry we have to go all the way up." I reply,  "Nah, it's fine, you're so tiny I could carry three of you up at once!" Evidently the elevator was repaired while we were browsing, and having the mentality of children, we press all the buttons on the way down. When the doors open on the first floor we see the butter beast sitting on a chair waiting for the elevator. We burst out laughing and hit "door close" as the butterbeast struggles to stand up. Tldr; fatty won't walk up one flight of stairs, gets to see me carry my friend up.