This is a shitpost, part 2 I’m at the drug store, standing in the checkout line. A young man and a young woman are ahead of me. The man is talking about his father, who has beetus foot. Dad is in and out of the hospital, is non-compliant, argues with the medical staff, continues to eat like a garbage disposal. The man admits that he’s at his wits’ end, and doesn’t know what else to do.  More proof that fats are children, regardless of chronological age. And front-line medical staff have my newfound respect.  Okay, that’s all I got.