Punchable deathfat pollutes my morning. Every morning I sit in my car for about fifteen minutes before walking into work to drink coffee, listen to music, and get my head straight for the day. The walk in is about one hundred yards. It nearly always roams across my windshield about the time that I disembark to go walk in. The 5 foot  frame carries about 300-325 pounds. The face is punchable not only due to its adiposity, but also the expression itself. No bitchiness, just a blank, stupid, bovine look of complete obliviousness. It obviously comes to work only to afford its feeding habits. It walks so slowly in a palms backward sway that even though I try to give it a head start, I inevitably overtake it at my casual pace, not even my usual speedwalk. It doesn't exactly ruin my day, but I'm getting a little tired of feeling disgust that early in the morning, nearly on the daily. How any HR department, even one as fucked up as ours, could hire that thing is beyond me.