Don't stand between pigs and their trough. So as part of my job we have meetings biweekly. Usually we provide light refreshments, but Monday night was Halloween so we got pizza as kind of a "sorry you have to come to this meeting right in the middle of dinner on Halloween night". Most attendees are humans with one or two smallfats sprinkled in. Only one straight up whale.  So I go to Little Caesars to pick up five pizzas (plenty to feed 35 people or so). So of course as I sit waiting for my pizzas, there is a whole parade of fats coming in to get their own personal pizzas. By the time I leave there's a line out the door, every one of them are gas giants. I wade through them to get my pizzas at the front. You can almost feel their desperation and upset that I got to pick up so many pizzas. I grab all 5 (I'm 5' 3", so they're stacked pretty high, but not very heavy), and turn around to discover that every single slobbering beast is standing there with eyes glazed over in gluttonous lust, unmoving. Blocking the door. I politely say, "excuse me" and make a move forward. No one moves. After standing for a few seconds I loudly shout "Excuse me! I need to exit!"  One grunts out of their food trance and moves just enough to let me squeeze through the door with my pizzas. No one moves to help me open the door. The fats outside descending to the trough don't stop to let me cross the street.  Next time I'm going to just stand in everyone's way and eat a slice so they can't get to the cashier.  TL;DR Fats are rude and stupid to the point where they won't let someone out of the pizza shop. Lest they miss their turn at the altar.