I think this every time I go into work and see fat patients. Half the time they will tell you straight up they are trying to get on "dissbility" because they refuse to work. As if we aren't making the connection, what they are really saying is "I want you to pay for my hospital visit, because I'm so fucking lazy I don't want to work. And I want you to earn the money to pay for me by actually being the one to take care of me in the hospital. Wipe my ass now." I have a frequent daydream. I'm at work, oh shit the zombie apocalypse has arrived. Rick Grimes is in room 304, I shut and barricaded his doors (the six remaining Walking Dead fans can thank me). Room 305? Fucking death fat, I do nothing, I hear piggies gurgling screams for help as she gets torn to shreds by zombie horde while I'm running out the door. I wish.