After the Hurricane Fats... The perspective of a shitlady So I had been without power for about a week after Irma hit (Saturday afternoon to Friday night), and I had been without fresh produce and meats or dairy. My local supermarkets were not restocking meat because my city has had shotty electric, but luckily I work the next county over so I got to get some fresh food on Thursday when restaurants began to reoepen. Outside of bagels and little cafe items, or McDonalds (no way was I going to get in a 40 person line for that kind of bullshit),  there really was nothing but nonperishables and canned food before Thursday.  Finally Thursday came and my co-workers (mixed sizes) asked me what I wanted from a local high-end pub with a pretty noteworthy kitchen. I asked for a Caprese Salad as I had been without any kind of dairy or fresh salad. It made my mouth water to think about it. My co-workers response: "that's it?"  Are you kidding me? A takeout box full of mixed greens with dressing ( red wine vinegar and oil) plus huge chunks of red pepper, tomato, and cheese isn't a meal? Was I supposed to want a hot meal? My house was 97 degrees inside. What the fuck. He legitimately thought of ordering something else for me but I had to refuse a handful of times. Then he brought it up to several  fat customers who were also puzzeled... Really? Was that REALLY an odd thing to do? Note: It tasted like heaven