Office shitlording at my last job my client (who I shared a work area with) was a nasty old ham who was of the opinion that as a man he should do any heavy lifting I needed (as I am clearly physically weak in his mind).  As a result, I quickly started picking up heavier and heavier thing when he was near by and would then take great satisfaction in watching him struggle to carry them for me. A common occurrence: Queefturret: oh, looks like the water cooler is empty. I'll go down stair and grab a new bottle. Nasty ham: oh no love, I'll get it for you, just carry back the empty one for me. Queefturret: that's so nice, maybe we should get two since we went through the last one so quick, you want me to grab one? Nastyham: no, I can carry two. Queefturret: the lift sure is slow, let's just take the stairs, it'll be faster. Always made me feel better.