Lifts, right. Why is it, when you work on the 5th floor of a 6 storey building, that some people (usually the fat ones) insist on using the lift to go up just one floor. God it makes me mad!
Every morning it's the same sodding routine. The lift is packed. No-one's looking at anyone else. Everyone's just staring at the ""Max Persons 10 or 1,000 kg" sign waiting for the doors to close (it's a shit old building with a crap lift and it takes forever). Eventually the doors begin to close, slowly, all too slowly. And another thing, why is the Otis head office in a single storey building?
Just before the doors shut, a bloated fat hand pokes through the slowly closing gap and pulls them apart. It's Full Fat Dave from Finance and he's late so he's been running (well, a fat bastard's excuse for a run, which is really a walk instead of a taxi). Still he had time to buy a latte and a muffin from Starbucks I noticed.
He pushes his way in to the lift, even though we're full, drags his bags inside (God only knows what's in them) and starts panting and sweating amongst us. I briefly imagine what his cum-face must be like (I'm sick like that), but end up fighting back the nausea. And he smells. Oh, and guess what, he pushes the button for floor 1 with a stumpy fat finger. The lazy fat bastard!!!
Fat people ... Do us all and yourself a favour. Eat less, move around a bit more, and use the bloody stairs if you're only going up one floor!
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