Fats at work I think that the most obnoxious kinds of oreogres are the kind that you have to deal with in a work environment. As a customer service worker (fast food... I know, but it's by no means a career, just a part time thing during high school), I'm inclined to hate my job due to the sheer amount of fatties (and just generally rude people) I deal with, but this planet (let's call it "Fred") makes things infinitely worse. So, first of all: This thing is a fucking pylon. Literally, it'll find ways to maneuver it's full 300 pounds to be in my way at all times. During lunch rushes, it'l actually gotten so bad that I've sent it to wait in the back room while I get everyone's order taken and expedited, because Fred the goddamn planet will just block anywhere and everywhere I need to go to get my job done. Even worse, it has the most repulsive personality... when I have to deal with fats, and they're trying to be all buddy-buddy with me, I just stay quiet and make it obvious I'm not interested in talking to a pile of lard. Whenever I do this to Fred, he'll completely stop moving in front of me (somewhere I need to go will always be behind the flesh-mountain) and go "Hey, hey Randy...." and I'll say "what?" (accompanied with a death-glare). He'll wait a few seconds, look at me, raise his hand and say "high five!". Needless to say, he doesn't get a goddamn high-five. Just thought I'd share some more tales of yet another disgusting piece of shit dick-stomach.