I'm fucking furious. A fat broke my chair So yesterday I had a meeting with a fat at work. It couldn't be helped, and it was not my choice. I didn't know he was morbidly obese until he waddled up to our office. So I offer him a drink (Of course he accepts it) and I go off to grab it from the kitchen area. My office has two chairs. Your standard kind of uncomfortable seat clearly meant for visitors, and the soft computer chair that is clearly set up and angled for the person who works in that office. I hear a gigantic BOOM and I wonder what the fuck happened. So I call out "Everything okay?" I thought he fell or something. I didn't really give a shit, but I had to pretend to care. He says "Oh nothing" in this innocent voice. The voice that kids use when they're toddlers, and are up to shit, but think they can lie to their parents face even though its blatantly obvious they have done something. I come back into the room, and my chair bottom looks like it fucking sunk into a crater from a bomb that went off in the seat. Somehow the wood had splintered, and there is fresh sawdust all over the floor along with some suspicious piles of wet shit. So I say "You broke my chair?" and he starts freaking the fuck out. "No I didnt! I didn't sit there! IT WAS LIKE THAT."  I am fucking pissed. Its one thing to sit in my chair and break it. I mean, I would still be angry and disgusted and angry because who the fuck sits in someone's personal chair like that... but to lie to my fucking face like youre an overgrown fat toddler, and like I am going to just believe you when you are a fucking 50 year old massive pile of fat in a bad toupee profusely sweating with guilt? No. Fuck you. So I say "No. It absolutely was not like that. You sat in my chair, and you broke it." and then I just give him a bitch look. He can tell I am not amused, not playing, not going to let him weasel his fat self out of it. So the rest of the meeting was completely awkward. He could tell it was an utter waste of time and I was just not into it. The entire time I stood because I refused to sit in his nasty sweat he had left in the seat. Were talking but Im basically sneering at him by this point, glancing at my chair in anger, and just want it to be over.  So sooner than later were wrapping up, and I still pretty much say nothing. Offices are cold, right? But I think I made him upset enough that he's sweating profusely. So he asks me for a napkin. Im a fucking bitch and pissed at this point, and I know what he wants it for, but I ask anyway really meanly "For what?" and he says "I'm sweating and its so hot in here." and I just say "Its 68." and give him another dirty look. I try to be a little nice and make small talk as I walk him out, and he tells me he has a trainer. I just say "Oh really?" and he goes "Yeah, I exercise three times a week." and sort of expects me to play nice by sitting there and doing the polite thing where I give him a little retribution and acknowledge his hard work so that he doesn't feel like a disgusting massive pile of flesh for breaking my char. I just say nothing. He sort of continues on and tells me yeah he goes all the time, except for last week when he had to cancel, and tomorrow when he's going to X place... and I finally just comment without any amusement in my voice "Thats funny."  So today Im still fucking pissed about the situation. I had to antibacterialize every surface, and since I feel bad asking my boss to buy me a whole new expensive chair, I had to go to Home Depot and grab some stuff to repair it. Fuck fat people.