Trip to the Cheesecake Factory I just thought I'd share some experiences with you guys from earlier tonight when my shitlady girlfriend and I went out to have a nice dinner. To set the scene, we were seated at a table that features a booth on one side and a chair on the other. The tables are quite close together, leaving very little space between us and our neighbors. When we were seated, there was already a hamily of three at the table next to us, consisting of a morbidly obese woman, morbidly obese man, and an almost normal-sized man. My girlfriend rolled her eyes as we sat down, and I gave her an understanding nod. The woman at the table was already scarfing down her cheesecake as their (completely empty) dinner plates were taken away by the server. As she finished her cheesecake hardly 30 seconds later, she had the other morbidly obese man (likely her husband) flag down another server to ask how much a full cheesecake would be to buy. Soon enough, they were on their way and my girlfriend and I were able to enjoy a good ten minutes of peace. Also, we looked over to see that the table left a $4 tip on what was likely more than a $100 bill. However, the good times soon came to an end when another party sat down beside us. I was relieved to see a human-sized woman sit at the booth, but when my girlfriend directed my attention to my side, I knew there was trouble. Our waitress had just placed our food in front of us when a massive landwhale attempted to squeeze behind her and into the chair next to me. I heard her exclaim, "Hey, (human-sized woman's name), I'm going to need to sit next to you." She couldn't fit into the chair she originally tried to sit in, despite even her obeast friend being able to fit - they are not small chairs. My girlfriend panicked as she attempted to move her plate out of the way for this hamplanet as she nearly knocked the food right into her lap with her ass.   It wasn't long before the obeast in the chair next to me was triggered. "Oh my god, I cannot believe they put a Skinnylicious menu in the regular menu!" She also proceeded to spend 5 minutes asking their server questions about the gluten free options on the menu, even though she could clearly see which menu items had gluten free versions. For the rest of our dinner, my girlfriend and I could hardly speak to each other over the hams' nonstop talking. Especially while the landwhale was looking through her menu exclaiming, "Oh wow, they have _____! That sounds really good!" at every menu item that wasn't a salad. In fact, I'm not even sure the two humans that were at that table got a word in all night, because all I could hear were the cries and complaints of the entitled fatties. As a bonus, here is a picture of the landwhale that nearly knocked over my girlfriend's food, and here is her obeast friend with a "gluten allergy".