Disgusting heifers' fatass kid throws a dough ball at my family's table, knocks over a pitcher of water onto our pizza, hamplanets laugh. TL;DR: Read it, it's worth it, trust me. Have you guys ever reached that point? The point where before, you thought fat people were gross and disgusting and all around shitty, and now you simply HATE them? Well, I reached that point today. So it's Sunday afternoon and my parents and I are going to a nice Italian pizza parlor. We get inside, my father goes to get a table on the patio, and my mother and I order the shitlord food (salads and margherita pizza with fresh tomatoes and basil). We go outside to join my father and he picked a most unfortunate table next to two hamplanets, presumably mother and daughter, their obnoxious and overweight son, and an old lady (grandmother??). Anyways, we sit down and wait for the food to arrive. The heifers are chortling and being obscenely loud. They are discussing the daughter heifer's 'yoga' and 'running'. Yeah, right. They're already gorging their gluttonous maws on two double cheese and meat pizzas, and the older heifer asks the younger one to go "see if my takeout is ready". WTF Right? Younger heifer come back with a massive bag filled with genetics.At this point, they're still scoffing their pizza and talking at 4x the volume of anyone else on the patio. Apparently the younger heifer (around 20? IDK, she looked forty but you use the /2 rule on hams) is married to a military man and he came back from deployment and discovered that his kid ( the kid that's with the heifers at the pizza shop) isn't...his. So they start talking about lawyers and how they can get milk the most alimony out of this guy because now he wants a divorce. The daughter ham does something totally bizarro at this point: she starts to take the basil off one of the takeout pizzas and puts it in her (fourth) coke. WTF? By this point our pizza was there and I had eaten most of mine, and my father was going to eat maybe one or two more slices before packing up the leftovers for home. The heifers' annoying little brat has been playing with a ball of raw pizza dough (WTF) this whole time, dunking it in his beetus juice, molding it, etc. The older ham tells him to stop playing with it a few times. The fat little shit goes nuclear and THROWS THE NASTY ASS DOUGH BALL AT MY FAMILY'S TABLE! WTF! The thing hit our water pitcher and spilled half of it onto my father's remaining pizza and the other half onto my mother's purse. My family and I, the surrounding tables, and three or four of the waiters who had seen this kinda just sat there thinking, "What the hell just happened?"  I look over at the hamplanets and they are laughing their asses off. My parents act like doormats and don't even look over or say anything because they have very heavy accents and are afraid to get called out on it( What?). I give the hams a pissed off look and openly take some pictures of their beetus infested 'bodies.' They just ruined my family's whole Sunday lunch and I was pissed off as ****. As they clumsily got up to try and escape (they never once said sorry or anything!) I called them fat pigs and they waddled off as fast as possible. The people at another table next to ours spoke up and said that my parents were way too nice and that they would have made the hams pay for their meal. The super friendly restaurant staff that saw this then gave my father a replacement pizza.  So, I can now with complete honesty state that I HATE FAT PEOPLE. Oh well, I guess the beetus will take them out soon enough.  Pictures of heifers: https://slimgur.com/album/j1