A business boy is getting ready for the big meeting, but oh no! His confidence is sub optimal! Thinking quickly, he puts on his greyest suit, with the BIGGEST shoulder pads - now he has confidence, because everyone will think he got broad, powerful shoulders, which is important for doing business!
He step into them boardroom, prepares to start his power point presentation (it's got POWER right in the name - how could he lose?!) But then he turns to see it: a whole room full of broad shouldered business gods! But... but his broad shoulders aren't REAL!! How could he compete with these corporate Adonises, their suits rippling, straining to contain the bulging shoulders beneath!? His confidence is ruined. If only he had been so blessed to have big, businesslike shoulders, instead of having to resort to padding... he gives the presentation, and earns more money in the three minutes it lasts than most people make in a year. It will never be enough to console him. His shame is eternal...
...meanwhile, the biggest business boy at the boardroom has gone home to his palatial estate. He ignores his trophy wife, and the children he vaguely remembers siring, and enters his office. He begins to slowly unbutton his jacket, as though the act of removing it fills him with internal turmoil. But eventually, it is done. He removes the black coat from his shoulders, and gazes into the mirror of his ornate liquor cabinet, to see staring back at him... a man, with normal shoulders. He sighs deeply, and pours a glass of alcohol so expensive that wars might be fought over it's bouquet alone. His wife knocks on his door, perhaps hoping to inquire about his important day, but she receives only snarls and curses. The business boy prefers to be alone with his shame. No one must ever learn his secret. His terrible, normal shoulders secret...