All this "politically correct" shit is ridiculous; everything in this nation is realistically WRONG because we are all scurrying to conform to being politically CORRECT. I despise that. This horridly obese woman comes into my cafe regularly, lately. She's so obese...she's actually frowning, and she speaks so angrily. She is disgusted with herself, and I am disgusted with her eyebrows (that have remained as untouched as Germany's forests). She waddles about with her back parallel to the floor on a four-legged cane, which she is a slave to. Now at the front desk, she demands some fucking Chocolate...Caramel...Vanilla...Frap...type thing. Minimally 700 calories. "Okay...your total is--" Wait there sir: A huge party sized Ruffles, Pretzels, Kit Kats...God knows what else. Just ridiculous things. "...Ok," I think:

"If there's an age restriction on alcohol...why the fuck is there NOT a BMI restriction on junk food? It makes all the sense in the world.

It makes all the sense in the world."

She probably emits as much carbon as an '89 Accord, with all that she eats & digests, and the cabs she takes every night. She can't drive. And the only reason I'm not satiated with sympathy for this "ailment" is because THIS is self-imposed. Nothing on her part is being done about it. There's no shame when ordering that Chocolate Fucking Thing. I looked at her...she would daydream into the distance and suck on that straw for minutes. She didn't even put the drink down; it was one continuous sucking motion. I think she would breathe through her nostrils, in conjunction with the swallowing, in efforts to keep a steady flow rate. When she was done...she left the cup on the counter. The trash can is excruciatingly far (five paces to her left)... Then she initiated The Rocking Motion--a good nine seconds of mantis-like movements. She had to build momentum to get out of the chair. It was terrible to watch. And I couldn't help BUT to watch.

I want to confront her. I don't want to degrade her or encourage her to pick up the closest six-shooter and turn it around, but I need to wake her up. Anyone who knows about this, and what I want to do, is urging me not to. They think it's cruel. Is it cruel? Or is it worse to watch the destruction, shrug my shoulders, plug my ears with those infamous white earbuds and dance away?

I'm almost ashamed to live in a country with people like this. Because THIS is the majority. It seems health and wellness is just as much on the rise as the next polar bear.