Muricans going on vacation I work for a cruise line, and no I wont say which one.  The fucking ignorant ass shit I already have to deal with when my fellow Americans are getting ready to leave the country is absurd. No, I dont have "the English address" of the port in Rome. No, I dont have "a free line" to call the ship in case of emergencies; since i have to pay the phone company to keep a phone number open, you will have to pay to use it. Its the goddamn open ocean, I cant tell you "for sure" if youre going to hit rough weather, But my least favorite questions? "How wide are the beds in the cabin, and the chairs in the dining room? We are ~teehee~ larger people." Which I know automatically means 500 lbs-barely able to walk up the gangwaygonna ask me next if we rent out scooters onboard-living in the dining room-doesnt fit in the bed DEATHFAT. Fat enough that I sometimes worry the fucking ship will capsize while theyre trying to board. And the entitlement! The chairs in the dining room are fucking huge; I know this because the company paid for me to go on a cruise, so I could better answer these questions. I am not tiny. You can fit TWO of me in one of those chairs, easy. I had one woman telling me that the chair would not contain her girth, and what were we going to do about that? After checking with the ship, I let her know that we would have staff bring in a special armrest-free bench for her dining. She got suuuuuuuuper mad, explaining that it was "humiliating to have a special chair brought in; other people will see that! Theyll know its for me!" Bitch, you are so fat that 52+ inches of chair space wont fit you. Im pretty sure the other diners are going to notice when you trundle through the main doors. And while your fupa slaps them as you try to squeeze down the aisles between tables. And again when the ensuing vibrations of your ass hitting said bench cause their drinks to go flying. You are one big fat fuck, and everyone who isnt blind can see that. And dont get me started on the excursions. We offer one that does horseback riding, very popular as you can imagine. As you can also imagine, the vendor we contract with is very interested in keeping the animals healthy; thus, a weight limit is set (way too high in my opinion: 200 lbs is more than most horses can comfortably carry, but at one point I asked about this, and found out the vendor keeps "fat people horses" of the draft variety for the wonderful people hailing from the US of Fat.) I was contacted by a fatty fat fat, who opened her phone call with "I am well over the weight limit for this tour, by more than 50 lbs; how are you going to process an exception?" Shitpeople, my grinch grin came out, and I was delighted to inform this humanoid that there wasnt going to BE an exception. This is an overseas vendor complying with his insurance restrictions. Sure, I can transfer you to a supervisor....and they'll be able to do nothing as well.Of course I heard the line about terrible customer service before she hung up. Heres an idea: youre so fucking fat you cant fit in a bed. You dont fit in what is arguable a fucking love seat. You cant parasail, horseback ride, or even fucking raft in another country because youre are such a risky liability. But is the answer to eat less? Of course not. The answer is to scream and have a tantrum because the world physically cannot accommodate you. Sure thing, lemme (not) get right on that. Fucking fat pigs. Edit: 52 inches of chair space. But still.