Fats will Fat We are on vacation and went to a Mongolian Buffet. The way these work is that you take a plate and add whichever raw ingredients you want (vegetables,  noodles,  proteins),  choose a sauce, and give it to the chef to make for you. They then bring it to your table.  I like this place because I can get broccoli and chicken and they will steam it for me and I can try any of their ten different sauces on the side.   Anyway,  getting to our story. In front of me was a fat- a small fat,  but nevertheless a fat. This fat had big plans on becoming a death fat though.  It took THREE plates and piled them high with noodles, meat,  and whatever else was there that wasn't a vegetable.  I was wondering, with one person in front of me, what was taking so long.  Now,  they give you a tongue depressor with your table on it so they know where to bring your food. Each person gets their own.  This woman had one. This meant that all of the food was for her and her alone.   This was one of the most outward displays of shameless gluttony I have ever seen. I was floored.  I was getting frustrated with how this thing was tying up the line, but it gave no fucks.  I give it a year or two  before this thing joins death fat territory.