Stopped at a bar on my walk back home. New job! Never have to leave my city again unless I want to! No more fast food restaurants, not as many horrible fatties in day to day life! It is amazing. So i have been walking to work (3.2 miles, work boots, tools, etc, in my pack). And today on the way home decided to stop at a bar. Fat bartender, dressed in shredded jeans and low cut top (to reveal it's fat sacks, where it should be mammary tissue) is serving the beer  (mmm... Old Rasputin) is explaining to me why she has a hard time pouring draft. Explains to me that every bar it has ever worked at never had functioning taps (completely fucked up my pour) Then it happens. It starts talking to another patron. Talks about how its mom got a lap band surgery, how it almost killed its mom, how its mom vomited all of its meals up (Heres your sign you stupid fat fuck!), then proceeds to tell us how its mom was the care provider for its 400 pound grandmother. How the fuck do they see what happens to their families and not put two and two together?