Greeting shitlords and shitladies. I'm relatively new to the forum, but I've been lurking for a while. Only recently has my dislike for fatties evolved into hatred, and I'm revelling in it. But, onto the story...
Now, I live in a small town in the South East of England, a seaside town, and there's a pleasing lack of fatties. The occasionally beer bellied elderly man, or young mum who's already given up, but nothing I'd stop in the street and stare at.
Today was a different story. I work in a local cafe as a waitress, and we get pretty busy during the mornings because we make a damn good full English. I'm making up some cups of tea, and I hear the door open. I'm not exaggerating when I say, the 'woman' that who walked in was the largest I have ever seen in real life. She was wearing what can only be described as a fucking bedsheet, which fell to her knees, but still managed to show her saggy belly fat. I was honestly speechless, and I wondered how the fuck she was going to fit in our seats. It's very true what I've read you guys say before, fatties of that magnitude are impossibly loud. Her breathing was like a car exhaust.
I walk over, and I take her order. 3 full English breakfasts. 3. I asked if she was expecting company and wanted us to keep the food hot until they arrived. She wasn't. 3 to herself. Now for any readers who aren't English, a full English breakfast contains 2 sausages, 2 rashers of back bacon, baked beans, 2 hash browns, 2 eggs, black pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms and 2 slices of toast. Times. 3.
So, 3 breakfasts laters, I take them out to the fatties, and she rips into them like a a starving dog would rip into a rabbit. Absolutely disgusting, no pacing, just shoving as much as she could into her fat face at once. I go back to making tea, when a couple of minutes later, she rushes into the bathroom. Surprisingly, she moved pretty quickly. I check, and she had just started tucking into the third breakfast. I'm thinking, fuck, what is she doing in there? After she returns from the bathroom, I find time to go over to her.
'Hi, is everything okay?'
'Yeah, fine, I was just a little sick.'
'Oh. You mean you were just physically sick?'
'Yeah, it's okay, it just happens to me sometimes.'
THEN SHE PICKS UP HER FORK AND CONTINUES EATING. This fucking ANIMAL ate so much her body rejected the fucking food, then she just continued anyway. Fuck any fat person that claims they listen to their body, they don't know shit. The only highlight from this experience was that joy that I wasn't on cleaning duty. GOD only knows how much she managed to get into the toilet. FUCK. FAT. FUCKS.