Beasts at Panda Express I was enjoying my visit at Panda Express, minding my own business, when I see Hammy Jr. leaning over this ledge right across from me.  He's lingering, for only God knows what reason.  Directly facing me.  The whole time.  I wasn't surprised, considering fatties have no idea what public etiquette is.  A few minutes later, Ham Mom shows up with Beer Belly Dad.  Junior is the largest of the family, Mom is the middle (still really fat with most of her girth in her hips and thighs, which are hidden behind the ledge), and Dad, who would be a normal looking guy without the gut 1/2 the size of an exercise ball.  Now that I've set the stage... Hammy Jr. turns to Ham Mom and Beer Gut Dad and asks if he can get the "Bigger Plate," which is the three item plate.  Ham Mom says, "I don't know if you need all that food," to which Hammy Jr. argues, "but [Ham] Mom, I can always take the left overs home!"  Ham Mom ponders for a moment about the point her fat ass son has made and agrees.  Hammy Jr. is more than ecstatic as he orders fried rice and makes his way down the glass case.  Beer Gut Dad starts squabbling with Ham Mom, pointing out that Hammy Jr. doesn't need to be eating all that food.  Ham Mom says, "I know, but he wanted it."  Ham Mom then proceeds to order fried rice and two orders of orange chicken.   I lost interested by this time, but I checked on the Ham Fam before I left and Hammy Jr. was certainly not going to have any left overs. Side note:  I shit you not, Hammy Jr. was in middle school--maybe early high school--based on his voice.