"Can I Have a Refund?" In my area, there's a Long John Silver's that, in order to stay in business in a shitty area, has all you can eat on Sundays. Having been at a huge deficit calorie-wise (Biking. Do it.), I figured why the hell not besides monster diarrhea later? Fast food with an all you can eat?  Even a few hours after the dinner rush, there were still a few hamilies meandering about. I took a seat "near" a death fat, who was sitting in the middle of the place so he was near everything. Five plates later, the burger bin calls over the cashier because walking 15 feet is Olympic gymnastics or something. In the midst of them handling late night drive through, the fuck asks her if she can put a refund on his card because "I didn't know I could get hushpuppies as a side for the all you can eat, so I ordered a side." After she goes up to charge back $1.90, he looks me in the eye and asks if the "place is usually good."  For the life of me,  I can't tell which is more baffling, that fatty was complaining about getting a refund because he couldn't read a menu, that he wasted so much time for not even two dollars, or that he ordered literally a boundless amount of food and still thought to himself "I need to order even more things to sacrifice to my maw."