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[–] Kaleidowave 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Not a great story but I did see some fats today. Forgot it was Cinco de Mayo and chose a Mexican restaurant for lunch with my girlfriend and her older Pakistani classmate. She's teaching him to drive because he doesn't have family in the area and, being deaf, the pool of people who can communicate with him well enough to provide instruction is limited. So my girlfriend stepped up. Typically she just has him drive her around to her errands. Today, I helped with the lesson on parking.
Anyway, I'm meeting them at this restaurant and arrive a few minutes before them. I walk in to find two teenaged greeters chatting amongst themselves behind a podium. They're set against the sad backdrop of a fat wedding DJ raffling off shitty Corona-themed clothing near the bar. One hostess is a smallfat, the other a skinny fat. I'm no aesthetician, but they're both wearing crudely wrought makeup. In not sure if the effect is from buying the cheap stuff, poor color choices, or not blending it properly, but it's the sort of high contrast look that reminds me of hookers and tends to make me feel a sort of guilty irony for the wearer, whose efforts at sophistication are broadcasting their lack of it. Both seem mediocre at their jobs, but do eventually notice my presence when I've stood at the podium for a few seconds. I think one is training the other. Most of the regular staff seems to be at the bar. Good help us.
I'm escorted to my table with minimal confusion, and quickly checked in on by my waiter, who looks to be solidly in the obese category, but not so fat that his silhouette wouldn't be recognizably "human." I'm joined by my girlfriend and her friend a few minutes later.
The waiter is noticeably bummed out when nobody wants drinks. I don't think the possibility of people just eating lunch on Cinco de Mayo without reflexively pouncing on the opportunity to wash it down with 1000 calories of margaritas was even in his playbook. Once he got over the shock he was actually on top of things, timing-wise, though that might have been because so few people were seated in the restaurant proper or attributable to the lean kitchen staff. He did occasionally speak words to the deaf guy Really Slowly/Loudly, which was awkward.
Anyway, we got our stuff and left. I'm sure I missed some cultural anthropology opportunities at the bar full of day drinking hams, but I wanted to focus on the people I was with. I'll keep an eye out next time.