People

Not to say I am perfect but some people... some people... some people are just plain awful. Case in point: I was at the local Safeway up in the Bay yesterday. It's a pretty nice looking crowd in there generally. I am not saying they are models but it's a pretty fit to above averagely fit crowd with a fair amount of elective surgery work. I headed toward the check stand to pay. I then noticed a guy in front of me loading up the conveyor belt with loaves of white bread, sausages, hot dogs, huge packs of meat, packages of Pillsbury dough, etc....

I had no problems with the guy. Sure he weighed about 450, had breasts larger than most women, and was buying a ton of crap food but what do I care... I thought all this as I loaded my carrots, apples, bananas, multi-grain nut bread, etc... onto the conveyor belt. Our two cart fulls of food could not have been more different. I am not hating here. I mean he was a BIG man and that's fine. I am just saying....

Then I noticed his wife. Oy vey! If he was 450 she was 375. Let me start by saying, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. These two people were really f'ing large. Unhealthy and pretty disgusting looking. She had a very similar body to his. Her boobs sort of melded into her body. They were just round people. It was really gross. I am not sure who had bigger boobs between the husband and the wife. However, they were both friendly. They were chit chatting with the checker. The wife bragging about her gasoline discount (they were going to cash in this week and fill up their diesel - I pictured a very large dully to carry the load) and their airline miles (I stared at her butt and wondered how on earth she could fit that into one seat with the arm rests down). They seemed liked perfectly nice people.

Again, I had no problem with them at that point. Yes, they looked disgusting, and yes the food they were ingesting was disgusting, but whatever, two fat people. Of course they had real soda bottles on the counter because why he even bother trying? Why drink diet soda at that point? What's another few hundred calories?

Then my feelings changed... and changed quickly. These two incredibly large, and grotesque looking, children came waddling up. My feelings then changed to pure hatred. Do what you want fatties. Eat your sausages, drink your Sprite, nibble on your Pillsbury... but look at your kids. Oh my gosh. Those are your kids you are raising to be "mini" (and I use that word very loosely) versions of the parent. The son, about 12 or 13, was bagging the groceries. He was huffing and puffing as he did it. He weighed about 275 and I am NOT exaggerating. He had boobs like his mom and dad. He looked dorky and a little repulsive. However, I felt bad for him because I blame his parents. Then I saw his older sister, a few feet over, sipping on a Coke, looking slobbingly with shirt hanging out the bottom of a high school sweatshirt that I know to be in the lesser neighborhood to our west (good, they weren't local to the Bay). Her jeans were seriously about size 50 around the waist and she had them pulled up very high to try and hide her waist? Oh my, oh my, oh my! She had a body like her mom, weighed about 325, and was just awful looking. Again, I only felt bad for the kids and anger toward the parents.

I had my fingers on my phone in my pocket as I wondered if I could snap off a picture or two but I just wasn't sure I could do it. I resisted. Please hear me on this: the weight estimates above, and every detail, are accurate with no exaggeration. These people looked like they could go on Jerry Springer with the kids telling of all the awful foods, and I am darn sure NO exercise program, at their house!

In the spirit of the holidays I won't say anything mean about these people and just end it here.

peace out.