Last nights dinner at work... At the firehouse, lunch and dinner are cooked by the working crew every day. I love cooking, so I generally cook while I'm working and last night was no different. Last nights dinner was a beef tenderloin and some sides. For those unfamiliar with a beef tenderloin, its about a 2 foot long piece of beef that can be cut into about 10-12 pieces of 2 inch thick filet mignon. It has a fat cap that keeps the meat beautifully juicy while grilling.   So I finish grilling the meat, and have it resting on a tray, lightly foiled, on the kitchen table before slicing it. Most people don't pick at or touch the food until its ready, unless you're one of the men cooking and are tasting for flavor. Well, the single fat fuck in my firehouse (6ft 2, 350 lbs. Just drives the chief around and doesn't do physical firefighter things anymore because he'd be incapable) decides he doesn't have to wait, and grabs a knife. I notice him cutting the tenderloin that I just grilled to perfection. I don't say anything, he's got 20+ years on, and I only 3, so for the sake of seniority rules I keep my mouth shut and just watch. He doesn't cut any meat though, just the fat cap. Ok, great, he's just trimming it before I slice it into filets. Or so I thought. He takes this large chunk of charred fat, about the size of my hand and an inch thick, puts it on Italian bread with some bbq sauce, and proceeds to chow down on a fat sandwich. A fucking fat sandwich. This anthropomorphic cow just committed cannibalism. I was/am still so repulsed I had to share my disgust with my lovely shitlords/ladies. I've decided that next time I work with him, I will cook something just as fatty, and hopefully speed up the death process.