The fat removalists Okay guys,  So yesterday I had piano delivered to my new apartment.  The removalists I had previously hired to move me in were fit, charged about $800 all up for a whole day’s work, and were very efficient, so I expected no less from the removalists in charge of moving ONE item into my apartment. I’m on the ground floor, so there aren’t any major steps and it is a pretty easy job. They turned up an hour late (there were 3 men in total), a small-fat greeting me and asking where I wanted the piano. I was a little surprised that someone moving heavy things for their job could be chubby, but I overlooked it. Perhaps he was just the messenger, not the one doing the actual work. Yeah, no. If so, I wouldn’t be writing this story. It soon became pretty clear to me that the only lifting these “men” did was hamburgers into their mouths.  He leaves to get the piano and I wait another fifteen minutes for him to return.  About 20 seconds before they returned I hear this loud huffing and puffing and shuffling of heavy feet down the path. This enormous planetary body wheezes into the entrance way. He HAD to be between 400-500lbs, he barely fit through the 1.5m (about 5 foot) doorway. He’s carrying a piano stool, which I (a 5’5 122lb female) can lift with complete ease, but for him it’s like he’s hauling around the actual piano. He hands me the stool, which I carry easily into the living room, and asks me for a glass of water, adding “make that iced” to the end. Like I’m a fucking waitress or some shit there to serve HIM. I kindly get him a glass of ICED water which he demolishes outside on the porch, still coughing and wheezing. He asks for another glass of ICED water (or rather, demands, and pushes the glass into my face) while his co-workers (the small fat and another obeast), begin to move the piano inside, squeezing against him to have enough room to get into the doorway. I patiently oblige, trying not to laugh at this greasy excuse for a human. The fats eventually finished moving the piano and charged me $660 for 20 minutes (or 10 minutes of actual) work.  It was funny, after they left, I tried moving the piano into another position and did so without too great of an effort, yet they (the 3 of them), couldn’t barely lift it without sweating and grunting and stinking up my living room with their ham-grease. I really need the most powerful disinfectant for that glass he used now.  TL;DR: Removalists were planets and asked me for iced water and charged me $660 for 10 mins of work.