“Of course, she weighs about 300 lbs., too. “
Man, that p*sses me off. I have foot problems from thirty years of running. I was a very muscular 210 pounds at age 58, but I still managed to lose 30 pounds so I could walk down to my project on the production floor without too much pain. Every step still hurts, but it’s less at the lower weight. I now have a six pack and it’s not easy. I have to watch every calorie and exercise hard five days a week. I have no sympathy for people who are sometimes hundreds of pounds overweight, or who drink or who do drugs. None of those should be disabilities. Would I qualify for disability? Possibly, but I look fantastic...er...muscle-wise. I’m folliclely challenged. Who would believe that every step hurts?
Oh, boy -- me, too. Originally, disability was to apply ONLY if you couldn't work at all. Now, it's granted, all too often, if you can no longer do your preferred work.
The neighbor in question was a nurse's aide. Obviously, she can't run around a hospital all day anymore. She's too fat. But, dammit, she could sit her lard-ass in a chair and type.
Instead, she sits her lard-ass in a chair at home in front of the HDTV and orders QVC all the live-long day. And the really sad part is that she and her brother come from a good, hard-working family. Her Mom and Dad built a very, nice bowling alley, restaurant, and bar business in our little farm-town.
Their older brother is the most highly-decorated Viet Nam vet in the area and their other sister is a retired schoolteacher. So, it's not like they're welfare-trash. I don't get it. But enough of that.
Have a great evening.