See a fatty in the elevator; Fatty being a Fatty ensues. The highrise, where I am currently leasing an apartment, had a scheduled power outage last night for maintenance.  Today, I got on the elevator, to head out to run some errands, and I see a big fat guy(the mustache suggests) standing there (he's around 300 or 350lbs).  I immediately smell him, and it's the usual fat stench is emanating like a waft of cold cuts and sickly, sour tit sweat.  Anywho, the doors close, and away we go.  He motions towards the notice informing us of the power outage of the previous evening.   "I totally forgot about that, and I had so much to do yesterday!" he says, as sweat cascades down his face. I reply, "Yea, it was annoying."   "Well, I got to miss my workout too, which is good!" he cheerily adds I gnash my teeth, doors open, and I escape into the fresh air of the lobby.