To be honest I probably would have flipped had it not been for three things.  First off literally a few minutes before they walked in the door I had just received some really bad news about something that a family member had happen to them.  The second thing is that Femayo's sheer size kind of threw me off balance. I live in the Deep South so I pretty much encounter Scootypuff bound monsters a minimum of twice a week. I encounter 300 and 400 pounders on a daily basis. This is not the first time someone has been unable to fit into one of our very generous sized chairs.  However, being in the area that I am in usually means these things normally at least try to pretend they have some manners. Passive aggressiveness is an art form here. I have never had anyone actually bitch to me about the chairs. Usually it's a "oh, tee hee I have been sitting all day. I am more comfortable standing". Or, they will try to discreetly shift and turn sideways in order to fit. Not this thing. This thing was just... wow... took me back a bit. Lastly Femayo was talking crazy and loud and I had other customers walking in and I would hate to think what they would have imagined was going on had they walked in to find me standing there losing it in front of an old man. Otherwise I probably would have exploded! Seriously I am not usually this calm about things. I just couldn't handle any more drama this week. It's been a rough week.