Fats in the dentist office I work reception in a dental office.  I generally like my job because it allows a lot of down time and is flexible enough that I can serve as room mother for my 8 year old daughter and have time alone with my husband while she's at school.   Today is Thursday, and I'm off Thursday afternoons, so I'm anxious to get home and give my husband a BJ before our girl comes home.  Most everyone is running on time, but naturally at the last minute the obeast scheduled at 12 called and said he is going to be 45 mins late.  Why?  His home health caregiver AND his enabling wife was unable to get him out of bed and into the car.  The dentist I work for is too kind and will not tell him to go fuck himself (like he could) and that he's past the 15 minute grace period.   I guess thin privilege is being able to arrive at appointments on time due to being able to leave your bed on your own.  How pathetic.  Fats really do ruin everything, including my chances of afternoon delight.  Fuck fats.