Account Deleted By User I'm currently in the queue at my favourite burrito spot. I'm sixth of maybe twelve. I clearly do not work here. A few minutes ago I noticed a sound behind me. Imagine the grunts when fire was discovered. Or try to imagine a deaf person getting a surprise. Thinking it surely couldn't be directed at me, I turned around for a look. I laid eyes upon a delivery ham of epic proportions.He was holding a huge box over one hock. His wedding ring looked like a cock ring. He had the body type of a Vogon or Earl Sinclair from Dinosaurs. Again he grunted. "Duh?, Muh?". "Ten". It turns out he was asking the address of the burrito spot. He seemed genuinely surprised to learn that I did not work there despite my being in the queue and being dressed completely differently from the staff. He then barged past me, eventually worked out that he was in the wrong place, then barged back out, no doubt on the trail of a delicious smell.  Tl;dr _ fats are bad at things.