I work as a waitress and this is what a fat ordered last night. Alright. I honestly wish this was false story but I swear it's true. I feel ill thinking about it. A big ol fat family comes and waddles in and the fucking hostess seats them in my section. The mom honesly must weight 400 and the lightest person had to be 250.  I take their food order and it's all standard until I get to the son. He orders 8 fucking pancakes and a poutine. I counted 5 refills on his Cokes (just his) and I kid you not he never even touched his fork. He ate it with his hands. After the pig orders FOUR MORE PANCAKES AND A MILKSHAKE. What the fuck is wrong with hambeasts?? How do they not feel guilt for the way they eat? How do those parents let him do that? I'm at a complete loss.