Elevator Fats Sorry if this gets a little ranty. Recently I sprained multiple ligaments in my knee.  This isn't the worst injury to suffer, but it has inconvenienced me in many ways, the biggest one being my inability to go up stairs without major discomfort.  I attend a highschool that is 5 stories high, which means that often I have to use the elevator to get between classes. At my school, only teachers and students who have gotten special permission (due to injury) are allowed in the elevator.  Of course--as I'm sure all of you have guessed--there were quite a few unwelcome guests.  After lunch, I had to go all the way to the top floor for my next class, and unfortunately I was late.  Why?  5 hams (a few of them could've starred on guess the gender), decided that they couldn't make up the stairs (muh joints!) and needed to use the elevator to go up one or two floors.   I was forced to wait in the now smelly elevator as we made a stop on each floor so that butterballs could make there way to class.  When there were just to fatties left on the elevator I got the courage up to shitlord a little bit.  I reached down to loudly adjust the velcro on my knee brace and asked "what are you guys in for?"  Both fats shifted uncomfortably, hopefully feeling embarrassed that the only reason they couldn't take the stairs is that they hadn't won a fight with gravity in 5 years. This is the end of my story but if any of you other shitlords have good ideas for shaming lazy elevator fats I would love to hear them.