One of my biggest beefs is fat people. I guess that makes me shallow. How I wish I could sit around and eat whatever I wanted.
I'm tired of watching them waddle around huffing and puffing. I'm tired of being on the train and having them try to inch their wide butts into a seat made for one person when they're the size of two people. When they finally do make it into the seat, they're hot and sweating and their thighs are resting on mine. Rather than walking one flight of stairs at the subway station they'll wait for an elevator and them limp off of it pitifully.
We have a chef at work and lunch is served at 11:30am. One fatty actually circles the area and if the food is out 2 minutes late she starts yelling. I have a huge appetite but this sow can eat more than anyone I've ever seen.
They have no shame. They eat donuts on the train (who eats on a train?) with their cream laden iced coffee. My father in law is huge and at a wedding years ago he demanded that the servers passing hor's douvres put the plates on the table right in front of him because he wanted them all, just for him.
Don't get me wrong; I'm all about the food. When I eat a baked potato, it's with the butter, sour cream and anything else I can stuff into it. But I don't do that EVERY DAY!
I found out yesterday that my state actually considers fatties disabled at a certain weight, and gives them the welfare check. Yes, they're too fat to be able to work so they get to sit around, collect welfare and eat some more.
That pisses me off. I want to eat until I can't eat anymore, and I want somebody to pay me to do it.
I'm tired of watching them waddle around huffing and puffing. I'm tired of being on the train and having them try to inch their wide butts into a seat made for one person when they're the size of two people. When they finally do make it into the seat, they're hot and sweating and their thighs are resting on mine. Rather than walking one flight of stairs at the subway station they'll wait for an elevator and them limp off of it pitifully.
We have a chef at work and lunch is served at 11:30am. One fatty actually circles the area and if the food is out 2 minutes late she starts yelling. I have a huge appetite but this sow can eat more than anyone I've ever seen.
They have no shame. They eat donuts on the train (who eats on a train?) with their cream laden iced coffee. My father in law is huge and at a wedding years ago he demanded that the servers passing hor's douvres put the plates on the table right in front of him because he wanted them all, just for him.
Don't get me wrong; I'm all about the food. When I eat a baked potato, it's with the butter, sour cream and anything else I can stuff into it. But I don't do that EVERY DAY!
I found out yesterday that my state actually considers fatties disabled at a certain weight, and gives them the welfare check. Yes, they're too fat to be able to work so they get to sit around, collect welfare and eat some more.
That pisses me off. I want to eat until I can't eat anymore, and I want somebody to pay me to do it.