I swear I want to just shake and scream in these people's faces. In the lobby there is a custodian that is considered a giant. Hes 7 ft tall and weigh 500 lbs.He also has a rare disease,where everything he eats comes out on his body as fatty tumors. Only something like 7 people in the world has this.Anyways hes the biggest,most gentle,teddy bear in the world.
He also lifts the lobby couches with one hand and hold them up as he vaccums under them. It autually amazing to watch.
We alway have people that look and him strange and secretly try to take camera phone pictures without him knowing.Just today I told a group of people off,who the hell do they think they are,hes not a circus freak.
If they just ask he would talk to them about his condition. The most distrubing thing is that we have the rich bitch pampered housewives and daughters that will be looking at the map,lost of course.Well he'll walk up and ask you need directions and the bitches will look at him and say no.But they wil say in that get away from me in that I'm better then you way(you know the one).But what really gets me is then they will try to come ask me directions.My response is always the same why don't you go ask the front desk. To tell you how gentle he is..
We have little kids come in and just stand there in amazment. They usually follow him around and want to touch his muscles(their word for the tumors) and he'll get down to their level and just talk to them.Its a sad world when 3-4 year olds act better then adults. I guess I was just raised better.I remember I made fun of my aunt for being fat and I got my ass worned out.
I was just taught not to think of people like that



We have little kids come in and just stand there in amazment. They usually follow him around and want to touch his muscles(their word for the tumors) and he'll get down to their level and just talk to them.Its a sad world when 3-4 year olds act better then adults. I guess I was just raised better.I remember I made fun of my aunt for being fat and I got my ass worned out.

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