Eleator shitlords all over fattie I live in an asian city which does not have an obesity epidemic.  I had an appointment in a building with 5 floors.  I get into the elevator at floor 1.  It is crowded with humans--body-to-body.  All standing space is filled in the elevator.  People press the buttons for 3, 4, and 5.  Humans exit the elevator at their floor. Two hours later, some friends I met and I end our appointment.  There are seven of us and one stranger, but the elevator could fit 3 to 4 more humans to be as crowded as my ride up.  We enter the elevator.  One person seems to be class one obese.  Not a problem.  There is enough space for everyone. The elevator stops at the fourth floor.  A class three (at least) obese female and a human female enter (the femayo enters first obviously).  They take up the remaining space in the elevator.  Suddenly, the elevator sounds a loud buzzing alarm.  The human gets startled and exits the elevator right away.  The femayo thinks its safe when the alarm stops...momentarily.  Again, the loud buzzing alarm sounds and the doors refuse to close.  The femayo looks up at the light indicating the current floor number and scowls.  She exits the elavator in total shame because she was too fat to safely ride the elvator. The doors close.  Laughter rumbled out my nose.  I couldn't hold it back.  My mouth opened, and I laughed the loudest laugh of my life.  The remaining humans in the elevator began snickering and chuckling as if they had just been given permission to express their feelings by my explosion of laughter. We exit the elevator at floor one.  I am still laughing.  Class 1 calls me a bad guy. It is true that I may have hurt someone's feelings with my boisterous laughter, but I gave 6 other humans the ability to express themselves.