"That wasn't cheese!" So, I'm at a grocery store which is sorta like Whole Foods during my lunch break. I grab some bananas to have at my desk, & I start heading towards the salad bar. This grocery store has samples for people to try throughout it. Mind you, I'm in the produce section. I suddenly hear a revolting "blehh" sound and look over to see a staggering fupa-monster wearing bright orange leggings, flip-flops & a 2 sizes too small white tank top. She had to be at least 250 lbs at around 5'6" or so. This thing then spat out whatever she shoved into her mouth, onto the ground. The ground, people. I then hear her screech in a two parts ghetto, one part southern drawl, "That wasn't cheese!" and just shuffel away towards the pre-made food section. Curious, I go to check out the sample cart it just left from, avoiding the pile of premasticated morsel left on the ground (even though there is a trash can for the toothpicks right fucking there...) This lardbarge spat out delicious looking cantaloupe, perfectly sliced into small squares. Holy fuck.  Normal food doesn't appeal to these oxygen theives. Hold up, normal SWEET food doesn't even hit their cravings. I didn't even want to make a salad after that, I bought my bushel of bananas, grabbed a 2 L bottle of water, and left.