In the Elevator

One of the four elevators in my office building is down, and it's making my life hell.
And for some odd statement from God, I'm always trapped in there for long periods of time with morbidly obese people.

The kind of people who breathe heavily and sweat....because they've walked the 20 feet from their office to the elevator.

Politcal Correctness aside. that's just fucking sick. If you're that fat, then stop fucking eating. Just stop, and let your body feed off your lard.

Because when you're in an elevator, there's an unusually eerie silence. You can hear a pin drop in there.
But not with Kirstie Alley and John Travolta riding. All you hear is heavy labored breathing, and all I can think of is fat folds of sweat.