Why I particularly hate fat people at the movies. As I've said before I work in a movie theater. We get all kinds planets and fupa-troopers every goddamn day. A curse of living in the south I guess. Here are some of their tendencies... Our furthest theater from the podium (where we tear tickets and direct customers) is about 80 steps away. JUST 80. Some butterhuffers that come to the movies fairly regularly complain that they have to walk "too far" if I tell them that particular theater is theirs. 80 fucking steps! On the contrary when I direct them to a closer theater they get happy that they don't have to walk for 30 more seconds. It's just so ridiculous. Plenty of hams order a SHIT ton of concession items. Like, you could satiate 10 normal sized humans with the amount of food they get.  I've seen a ham buy $40 of concession items for them and their ham lover. Our large beetus drink is 44oz and our large popcorn is 170oz and they almost always come back for the refills. Walking heart attacks will do that thing where they ask you to show them the kids snack box but you know damn well the portions are too small for their liking. And then they sit there making those faces like "oh I just need a little bit more than that..." so they end up ordering the large combo with two boxes of candy, an order of nachos and a pickle. They always complain that theaters are too hot. No, they're not. They're at 70 degress. And we can't go lower than 68 degrees. Maybe if you didn't have so much goddamn blubber you wouldn't be sweating sitting down for 2 hours. Lastly, I swear to god you guys, it's always some giant mayo bucket that keeps their money in their bra! That's disgusting in itself but coming from some nasty fatass makes it even worse! How does she even find it??? And why does it always have to be damp??? I need a new job.