Triggered ham at Schlotzsky's Yesterday, my usual day off, ended up being an 8-hour workday. Six hours of cleaning with drive time, etc. My fiance and I hadn't eaten yet, and he wanted Schlotzsky's so we had dinner there. I don't eat there much, so we dined in so I wouldn't be pressured to hurry up and order via drive-thru. I ordered their caprese sandwich (the cashier kept pronouncing it ka-preece), a bag of chips, and got the "small" (20 oz) soda. The sandwich alone was 570 cal, chips were 230, and the soda (Sprite) I estimated about 150 cal - I never finish the drink. So, we're looking at about 1000 calories for this meal alone.  Aside from us, there was one other couple in the dining room. They looked middle-aged, the guy overweight and the female-ish blob easily morbidly obese. They had large sodas, chips and HUGE sandwiches. Anyway, fiance got up to get our order and brought it back, commenting on how small my sandwich looked (it's on ciabatta bread, so it's like 3-4" square). As I was explaining to him how many calories the whole meal I was eating was, femayo gave a look of disappointment. Probably because I said, "This meal is almost all my calories for the day, it doesn't matter how small it looks. This is pretty much all I'll need today - maybe a little snack later" pretty loudly. Also, this couple was in my direct line of sight. After I said that, I would inadvertently make eye contact with the eatbeast, I guess it decided while eating it's 1500 calorie meal (I don't know what it was eating, but it looked like it was on buttered and toasted sourdough, and the couple each had the large sandwiches) to hate on me? Oh well, it cleaned it's plate and waddled out the door with the pig fucker. TL;DR: Mayo blob attempting to appear female hears me explain my tiny sandwich, chips and soda is near my daily caloric limit, proceeds to glare at me throughout the rest of its feeding