A short ham story: "The most unhealthy flour ever" edition. I work at a grocery store so I'm accustomed to seeing hams/obeasts and a couple deathfats every time I go to work. I make quite an effort to ignore people while I work, especially hams for obvious reasons. Incidentally I have never encountered much fatlogic, the only memorable time was when a fat stubby co-worker of mine told me cheez wiz makes you fat and I just said "yeah..." and walked away. Today however I heard something that made me think of you guys immediately. So anyway I encountered a morbidly obese woman with what looked to be her normal-slightly overweight daughter. As I approached to pass them I realized the disgustingly rotund one was about to bend over to attempt to pick up a big bag of flour. I slowed my pace as I knew this could take a minute or two. So it gets the bag of flour and returns to a standing position, at this point I am at least 5 feet away still and I can hear its lungs struggling to keep it conscious. At this point I'm thinking holy shit it's out of breath just from bending over to pick up one thing, I thought fph was exaggerating about the huffing and puffing.  So as I'm reflecting on just another day at the grocery store she begins saying something to her daughter while looking at the flour. What she said was the following: "Why did they add sugar to this flour? This has the be the most unhealthy flour I've ever seen!"  At this point I had just passed her despite the girth taking up most of the aisle, and the urge to turn around and say something crept up on me, but I am also aware that eatbeasts practically keep our store alive so I decided to just yell at it in my head. Does this bitch seriously think it's fooling anyone? It thinks it can make someone believe it cares about its health at the size it was at by bitching about there being sugar in a certain bag of flour? You think if you just substitute your 20 cupcake dinner for 20 SUGARLESS FLOUR CUPCAKES you'll stop being a fat fuck?  Here's the kicker, I saw them two more times after this incident, one of those times the eatbeast asked me where the syrup is. I couldn't get over the irony. This was literally in the span of 5 minutes from when it was whining about the flour. It went from whining about there being sugar in flour to looking for something that is LITERALLY made of sugars. The third time I saw them the daughter was now pushing the cart, I guess ms.eatmore got tired of pushing that heavy flour around. I hope you enjoyed my first FPH story. I might start paying more attention to them if hilarious shit like this keeps happening.