Fats and the Sabbath I work in a children's hospital. We have a small fridge on our unit full of ginger ale and milk and juice for the patients.  We get a patient who is hasidic. Since he's probably one of like 8 kids, his parents can't stay with him during his hospitalization, so as many Hasidic Jews do in this situation, a friend or classmate friend from temple stays so the kid is never alone.  Cue, this teenage snack vacuum that's gotta be nearly 300 lbs.  Constantly wanting to raid the patient fridge (I can't stop him.)  But here's the catch; it's the sabbath. So he can't open or close the refrigerator because there's a light inside, and turning on or turning off a light is "work." Which means every hour on the hour this fatass ordered us to open the fridge for him and then close it.  Apparently guzzling soda and milk and juice isn't "work." Fuck fats.