ATTENTION FATS: The ELEVATOR is NOT your personal LIFT! Ugh. Don't even get me STARTED on fat people and the elevator.  The expectations.... Holy shit. Listen, fatso, if you want to take the elevator to get to the 8 or 9th floor, that is understandable (you need the fucking exercise, but I get it: too much pressure on your ankles will cause them to bust).  But the second floor?? Are you fucking sERIOUS?!?! THE STAIRCASE IS RIGHT THERE.  Backstory: I got on the elevator today to get the 6th floor of my complex with my groceries. In waddles a fat.  This isn't some ham-swollen-needs-a-cart-to-move fat, this is a fat with the capability to walk and squeeze her ham legs into tight leggings. A fat that likes to pass as a skinny girl in the hopes some guy will see her "confidence" past her 40 pounds of makeup and 80 pounds of lbs fat. I digress.  My hands are full, and I had the intention of putting a few more of my bags down to push the button, but she was right next to the panel so I figured "Why not?" "Second floor." I quickly nodded my head towards the panel.  She gives me a smug look, chin jugglin' and all and says "Okay, I'm waiting on my friends."  Alright, cow bitch. I didn't ask that. Why don't you fucking push the 6th floor button and ride the lift back down so your friends can get on. Now it's the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break. I'm remaining calm and relaxed and waiting for fugly's friends to join. 45 seconds in and I get really impatient, making a show of adjusting the bags in my hands. Maybe she'll notice that I'm carrying stuff that needs to get refrigerated and she'll get the fuck off. Nope.  After about a minute and 30 seconds of her pushing the door open button, her friends come up. Guess who just nearly reached the elevator max? Fatso and her fat buddy's. One of them was thin (and you can tell she uses the group to pickup guys).  I always get nervous when I'm in the elevator with fats because the thing shakes and I'm like "Please don't fall. Please don't fall."  So they get in, and the bitch presses 2. I turned my head towards her so quickly, I thought my neck was going to snap. Two? TWO??  Disgusting.  Any other fatso elevator stories?