My new apartment has built-in shirtlording So, after a long one month absence from FPH, I am finally back, with a bit of a story. The reason for my absence was me moving apartments and not having wifi for over a month, and my mobile data is so slow that I can't load pictures. So anyway yesterday was the day: the long awaited arrival of the internet/tech guy. I pushed the door buzzer and stepped out into the hallway, and the first thing I hear is labored breathing.  Now, see, I live on the 4th floor. I don't really mind it at all, sure, after exercising it can be annoying, but usually it doesn't bother me one bit. But, obviously, from the loud breathing noises I just knew: The tech guy was a fatty. And sure enough, a mini moon waddles up the stairs. I let him in, he does his thing, and then we have to go into the basement.  Down there, he looks like he's about to collapse, but at least he does his work I guess. Has to go back to his car, obviously he waddles there and takes forever. And then he comes back and we have to head upstairs one last time. By now I'm already laughing in my head but hey, I'm a nice person, so I go as slow as possible. Well, apparently not slow enough. First time I look back, he's already one pair of stairs behind. Next time I look, it's two, and he's as red as a tomato + sweating profusely with a super embarrassed look on his face. Sadly, I still had to let him in. After he left, I cleaned my apartment, and that's the end of the story. TL;DR Fat tech guy almost has a heart attack going up the stairs. EDIT: Obviously it's supposed to be *shitlording urgh ;-;