The Fatty that Broke me After today I've had it. I'm going to become a participant here. I write menus at the dietary department at a hospital. I follow doctor's orders and work on meals that each patient can have that falls within those guidelines. Provided a patient isn't on some sort restrictive diet that doesn't allow many choices, they are welcome to call down and request what they would like for each meal. Regular diets are able to have anything. The only time we have to object is if they ask for too much that can fit on a tray; then we say we have to charge them. Some people were trying to cheat and feed their family members as well, but it rarely happens.  One man calls, and right when I answer the phone I could just hear the fat. He's one of those special kinds of fat fucks whose bodies are so strained by all the extra weight that simply existing is exhausting; he was panting and wheezing from just sitting there. I'm trying hard to think of the best way to describe how he spoke; even that was effected by the flab on his face. He starts listing what he wants. Two grilled ham and cheese, two hot dogs, a bowl of chili, two colas, a peanut butter rice krispy bar, Doritos, an apple crisp, and that's where I cut him off and informed him of our policy. I was already sickened because I knew all this food was for him, which was when he went off on me. "I'M HUNGRY AND THEY TOLD ME I COULD ORDER WHATEVER I WANTED!" he bellowed in fatty rage. I apologized and told him that unless he paid I would fit what he wanted the best I could on a tray and would have to leave everything else off. Since he wasn't paying he just hung up on me. Lunch time arrives and I send one of the employees up with the food cart. They come down and tell me that a very large guy had come out of his room upon seeing her and demanded his tray (we bring the carts up but do not distribute the food. The nurses do that since they know what each patient is in for and if any precautions need to be made before entering each room). She told him this, so while she was leaving she saw him hunting down a nurse. I had to go up later that day to take refrigerator temperatures. I remembered the guy's room number and peeked in  to see a creature so massive I was stunned he could even get up to harass someone, but I suppose food is a fatty's only motivator to move. His arm was seriously almost thicker than both of my legs combined.  I've never had a doctor ever restrict how much food we could send someone on a regular diet, but I think it's something they should consider for people like this. He even ordered enormous amounts for his dinner and breakfast tomorrow. I think he eats more in a day than I do in a week. I want to gag just typing this out!