Fats In Restaurants Went out to eat with my family and guess what was seated next to me? A fucking hamcouple with their baby.  Both were at least 200+ lbs. Fat dad had a long beard to hide its double chin and fat mom was wearing skinny jeans so tight that you could see its fat rolls. Fat mom was eating a salad drenched in ranch dressing and feeding its baby with chicken pieces.  It is so lazy that it didn't even use a plate or napkin to put the ranch covered chicken pieces in.  It simply laid the food pieces on the bare table while the baby grabbed hold of them to stuff them in her mouth, and afterwards, throw or spit them out everywhere. Baby wasn't wearing a bib either, clearly fat mom doesn't care if she had dressing dripping on the sides of her mouth or if she is dirtying her blouse. I didn't hear fat dad utter one word throughout their entire meal.  It looked bored and disinterested in its fat wife.  So fat mom was trying to compensate by being obnoxious.  "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY BABY! ISN'T SHE SOOOO CUTE?" It is so hungry for attention that she cooed loudly each time a diner or waiter passed by so they'd compliment its offspring.  I was the one seated closest to them and I could sense that the fat mom was desperately expecting a positive comment from me as she moved the baby from the high chair to the stroller.  I looked away in disgust. The hambeasts left shortly and their dining space looked as if a bunch of kids had a food fight there.  Table had dressing smeared on it, lettuce and half chewed pieces of meat on the floor.  I can only imagine how gross the ham couple's home is.  How can you even leave your table like that and not clean up a bit? The busboy came and had to spend a considerable amount of time sweeping the floor and wiping the table. New diners were seated next to me and at first glance, I thought it was a teen and her fat mom.  Wrong.  It was a teen and her butterball friend.  It is so out of shape that it looked at least 20 years older.  People were seated across our table, and...MORE FUCKING HAMBEASTS.  Hambeasts beside me, hambeasts in front of me - hambeasts everywhere.  At that point, I lost my appetite and asked the waiter for a box to take my food home. I don't even enjoy eating out anymore.