The lift up from the basement was crowded this morning. It's not that I don't like people, it's just that they're loud, coarse creatures with poor hygiene and a propensity for starting religious wars and sitting in front of me at the cinema.
To the fat guy who got off after just two floors at the offices of the medical research council: Taking the frickin' stairs is good for you. Read a medical textbook sometime.
To the IT guy who said to the other IT guy 'Blah blah blah windows message box of the web app blah blah blah': what?
To the naked opthamaologist in the clown-make-up chewing on cajun alpaca jerky: where were you?