Hamantha at the organic food market keeps popping her fat face into the coffee lounge. Wierd how a fat could get a job she clearly sucks at. My soup bowl on tray is there and she keeps looking at it but is too lazy to take it away. Her sweater is so tight she looks like a faterpillar.   I think I will walk past her on my way to leave so it can see a real body of a real person.