Interrupting cows say moo, but don't eat grass I work for a company that has some pretty active people. Because of the physical nature of the job, many employees in our little regional offices are also gym rats, marathon runners, yoga practitioners, etc. Even our resident IT guys are an avid basketball players and cyclists, so I was under the impression that everyone at my company valued themselves and their world and was in shape.  How naïve I was.  Yesterday I went to one of our bigger offices for an inter-office meeting. At first, nothing was amiss. The fit receptionist checked me in without issue, and I was escorted to our meeting room. On the way, we slowed to a waddle, due to a 300 lb. planet blocking the hallway. There was not enough room to squeeze by her, so we patiently kept pace. I couldn't believe someone so fat worked for us.  Quickly I brushed this off and enter the meeting. 2 hours in they wheeled in lunch, a huge Mediterranean spread with cucumber salad, falafel, chicken schwarma, pita, rice, couscous salad, chopped salad, beets, roasted carrots, hummus, eggplant, and baklava.  I was speaking next, and wanted to prepare, so I grabbed just s couple bites of cucumber and figured I'd come back for more later.  As I start talking, the door opens and the ham from earlier pokes her head in. She sees we are still meeting and shuts the door. A few moments later, an even LARGER ham with a grease stained grey loose tee-shirt (out of place in the professional office), opens the door and takes a step in and looks at the food, at me talking, back at the food, and then shuffles backs out and shuts the door. Another few moments pass, and the grey shirt opens the door again.  "Yes?" I say, "Do you need something?" "We were just wondering if you were done with lunch." "We are still meeting." I reply, as if the presentation screen and me talking wasn't enough.  One of the people in the crowd pipes up, "but if you're quiet you can have some food," That's when initial ham pops her head in, "Oh thanks, I didn't want to ask."  BUT YOUR FAT PARTNER IN CRIME HAD NO PROBLEM INTERRUPTING! Then, I am amazed, by a ham parade. One by one, a small group of 6 fat hams shuffle in. I doubt they could have been louder at being quiet. If the sound of their thighs rubbing together wasn't enough, their fupas kept bumping the table with a clatter as they rustled all the plates and food and muttered to each other, "what's this," and, "what's that," because none of them had ever seen a carrot before. Crap, I think, I missed my chance at lunch.  After they leave, I finish and go back to check to see if there is anything left in the plundered wasteland that is the back table. To my surprise, yes, there is food! Despite the decimated pita, chicken, falafel, and rice bowl, the beet salad, carrots, cucumber salad, and chopped salad remain untouched.  I happily make myself a tasty plate and was so thankful the ham beasts left me the best part.  Later that afternoon, I get walked to HR to meet with them about accommodations for an employee with a broken wrist. And gues what, my fellow shitlords, I FOUND THE HAMS' LAIR! All of the eatbeasts from earlier are stuffed like sausage into office chairs. As I start explaining why I'm there, something catches my eye. Sitting next to an empty donut box, I see the empty baklava plate. Not only did they interrupt the meeting to take the food, but they left with the entire plate of baklava!! I could hardly believe the lack of manner and respect from a department that is based on crossing Ts and dotting Is.  I couldn't get back to my regional office fast enough. Yuck.