So I'm having beers with friends. There are a few new faces around the table, but hey I like meeting new people. One is a moon faced beardham (male for clarification).
Suddenly I hear raised voices. Beardham is arguing with someone.
"You need to treat this seriously. Our company only takes the very best." Mister Congenimanatee right there.
Beardham is berating some guy for wanting to apply to his company. I inject myself into the conversation and mention I'm in the same field.
Turns out it's an entry level job and the applicant is seriously overqualified. I tell him so. Beardham of course questions my qualifications.
"Oh, I was a senior x for about a decade. I worked on these projects." Thankfully he shut up at this point as the table backed me.
Now I know some of these guys lift so the conversation turns to training. Beardham immediately looks for an opportunity to share his knowledge.
"Where do you guys lift? I go to this gym. Yeah man nothing like crushing deads and hitting a pr, best feeling in the world."
Wtf? Who talks like that. He inevitably asks what people can deadlift. We're between 140-160lbs and lift 2x to 2.5x bodyweight. Not great but not terrible.
Seeing an opening I press him for details. This guy was tall, over 6 feet and about 300lbs. To his credit he didn't lie:
"Ah, yeah I only lift 120lbs but it's like 15 reps."
Shitlord mode engaged.
"Damn man, when did you start training?"
"About a year ago, I try to go least 3x a week."
"Do you have a back injury? What's your diet like?"
I kept grilling him for details, trying to find out what was wrong. Why was he so weak? 120 is good, I assured him, most people start below that. It was clearly a failed effort at politeness.
Also turns out this guy is like a data entry clerk. Practically unskilled labor and he's talking big shit.
Honestly I don't get this behavior. Must be so much shit and candy wrappers plastering the walls he doesn't know it's a glass house.