While visiting Detroit once we were leaving town and stopped at an all you can eat breakfast buffet. We got there and seated and all was well....then the tubbos started arriving. I mean 350 and up. OMGosh....grossed me out. I couldn’t even go up for seconds, I was gagging.
Gah! MrT5 would have been on his way out the door with me in lockstep...
When I was in the middle of hard times and divorced, I had an extra job at a big furniture store. On Saturdays, all the ultra fatties would come through the store like a herd of Hippos, testing the couches and chairs for comfort by sitting on them, which made all the employees grimace, expecting chairs to collapse in a pile of kindling and fabric-and the couches squealed like caught pigs, too-it was a riot...