Theater Manager Hogs the Scooty Puff I work in for a communications company overseeing cable placing, and I have to verify any work done in the field by contractors. It gives me an excuse to get out of the office and not be stuck behind a desk all day, so I actually really like my job.  One day, I have to go to a movie theater to verify some equipment. It's a nice chance to enjoy some AC before looking at plant outside on a relatively brutal summer day, so I'll take it. I walk towards the ticket booths, and ask to see a manager so I can be let in. She radios him, and waves me inside. "The manager will see you shortly. He'll be the one in the cart."  ...cart? I'm at a loss here until I see the planet rolling up. He had literally commandeered a shopping cart meant for the disabled and was riding it around as an employee. He leads me towards the freight elevator. It takes everything I have to remain professional.  The ham must have had some sense of shame, because he immediately said "oh... I only ride this in the morning before I take my medication. Need to keep it with me before I lock it away in my office!" Motherfucker, have you ever heard of a bag? A friend of mine has  diabetes (Type 1, because he's not a disgusting fatass), and he somehow manages the arduous task of carrying around insulin in a bag without the need for a motorized steed.  Luckily, verifying things doesn't take much time so I hightail it out of there to check any outside plant.  I told this to my coworker when I returned to my office, and he laughed. "Yeah, sure he keeps his fuckin' medication in there. If by medication you mean Doritos, cake, and Diet Coke." I love working with a shitlord.