Quick Shitlord Opportunity and Stare Down from a Fatty Had a brunch meeting with the director today, several direct reports attended, including me.  On the way to the parking lot, walking with one of the guys.  Walking in, there's the elevator, but we're up on the third level.   Fat motherfucker pushes the button, waits to be lifted to who fucks knows where (turns out it was second level).  I'm leading going in, first thing I said was "Where's the stairs?  You know where the stairs are?  Here?"  Dude behind me is game, we're talking....I look behind me as we start up, dude is there thinking I'm talking to him, fat fucking fuck is looking at me in the eyes, and let go with a "You don't want to be a fat fuck, you need to exercise".  Fat fuck stare turns to a death gaze. It was glorious.