What is it with fat greedy bastards in law firms?
My old firm had a partner whose name, appropriately enough, was Max. Our offices were on the same floor, which had a breakfast club on Fridays - your basic round robin of who would bring eats for the members. When I started at this firm, KK had just opened near my apartment in Manhattan - so of course I brought a bunch. And thereafter had to every time it was my turn :D. Since we had 45 people in the club, and KK donuts are rather small, I’d usually bring in about 8 doz - a mix of the classic glazed and assorted others.
Max was enormous, greedy, slothful. (Ironically, he was having an affair with a senior associate - both were married - who was bulemic; I called the two of them the Mirror Spratts.) But anyway, several witnesses reported to me what happened one fine Friday after I’d brought in my usual haul. Max walks into the office kitchen, proceeds to grab a box of assorted with at most two donuts missing, says “I like all of these,” and returns to his office.
Me: “Did he have clients with him?”
Witness: “No, he was by himself.”
“Did he give any to his neighbors?”
“Nope. He just closed the door and they were gone when he opened it again.”
And of course he didn’t give any to his girlfriend, 'cos even if she let herself eat a nibble she’d’ve just barfed it back up anyway.
Now mind you, I always brought in ridiculous amounts of food so it’s not like anyone went lacking. But the idea was just so repellant, so utterly revolting, so grotesque.
I’m sure If Max were other than a slimeball it wouldn’t have bothered me. Come to think of it, he wasn’t the largest person on our floor - but the other guy was the salt of the earth, and for that you ignore foibles. But once you confirm your assholedom, everything is open season.