I think this prick somewhat understands now. He just came into the break room, sat two tables away from me, and I was so relieved. Then I hear, mumble mumble "lunchtime", mumble mumble "lunchtime". I look and he asks, "is it lunchtime?" I answer, "Yes I am on lunch." Then he moves to the table next to me.
I can smell him right now, it's foul.