Your waiter is talking about you, fatass. I work as a waitress and I wish our lardy guests knew what our conversations in the back sound like.  "Holy fuck, check out table 30. That woman is a beast, she's eating for three. If she tips 5% I'll still make a fortune tonight." "How am I supposed to walk behind the blob at 53?" "Oh GOD my table stinks. He needs asshole deodorant. If he can reach." We're all fit because we have to be. Five of us are bodybuilders. 90% of us lift weights and run. You think this is your safe space for gluttony? Think again. We love you for spending a fortune on food, but you disgust us. Enjoy your steak, you're the talk of the town tonight.