Friday, August 19, 2005

Fat and Cranky

While waiting in line for Cool Treats at DQ yesterday, a very large woman came in. She complained that she had just ordered a blizzard in the drive-thru and was given a different kind than what she ordered.

Sometimes people make mistakes. It's no fun to be on the end receiving the mistake, but it's not going to make the world spin backwards, reversing time like Superman and erase the mistake by being all pissy about it. This woman was all cranky at the guy behind the counter. Hmm, if he's behind the counter, he's not the guy making the blizzards, so he's not the guy who made the wrong blizzard.

Besides thinking that she was being cranky when she could've explained the same information with a nice attitude and gotten the same result of a new, correct blizzard, I couldn't help thinking that being so very large she really didn't need a blizzard anyway - let alone need one so much she hadn't to get pissy when it was the wrong kind.

I guess I have to admit I am prejudice against people who are very large sometimes. It drove me nuts in Disneyworld to see all the insanely obese people riding around on Disneyland-provided larks. Not only did they get a free ride around the park, saving them from expending those precious calories, but they, and all the friends and family with them, also got to go to the front of the line...because they're handicapped.

It just didn't seem fair that my family had to wait in line just because we could fit through the queue. Perhaps the insanely obese person could get on the ride from the handicapped access point, but they and they're posse could still wait their turn like everyone else. Couldn't their family wait in the queue with all the other people and they wait at the handicapped access until their family's turn came up? Seems fair to me.

But these extremely obese people didn't get to be so large by being patient. When it's Monday, I eat Monday's supper. But in order to get to be so huge, these people must being eating Monday's supper, and then can't wait for Tuesday to come and so they eat Tuesday's supper on Monday, too...and Wednesay's and Thursday's and Friday's...

So, the moral of the story is:If you're very large and your order is wrong at a restaurant, use your best manners and your best patience to get it straightened out. Otherwise someone in the restaurant will be afraid that if you don't get your food, they might be eaten.