A day in the life of personal finance: Episode 2: The Fattening. Long time lurker, only a recent poster. Lifetime shitlady.  For those of you that may have seen my post from yesterday, this is another story from my time in loan approvals.  I was at work today when I felt a rumbling similar to the conception of an earthquake. I looked up from my desk to see two spaghetti balloons attempting to climb the slight uphill ramp into the store before taking an entire two minutes to walk from the front door to the finance desk (around 15 meters away). It turned out to be a male calf and his mother. When they arrived at the desk they were visibly out of breath and sweaty. They asked to apply for a small loan so I asked them for all the usual documents associated. Upon investigation I discovered that the woman applying for the loan was on disability benefits and her son was her full time carer.  Looking them up and down I noticed that her son was even fatter than her and wondered how he could possibly look after his hippopotamus mother when he himself was the size of the Duff blimp. Anyway, I digress.  As I am processing the loan, a third fat (matriarch butterbarge's husband) approaches the desk demanding to know what's taking so long (each loan takes around 10 minutes to process from beginning to end). I assume he was beginning to feel faint from not eating in the last 14 seconds and was succumbing to a beetus coma. I assured them it wouldn't take much longer. They don't hear me because they are literally arguing about which take away to get for dinner.  Outside the window I can see their 5 door hatchback. Inside the car is a fourth fat (probably around 25-30 years old) and he has become so restless from his 5 minutes alone that he has begun wiping his face across the window and motioning for the rest of his herd to hurry up. I find myself wondering how all 4 of them fit in this tiny vehicle and still manage to operate it. A clown car scenario pops into my mind.  I process the loan as quickly as possible and ask mother ham to sign the contract. I watch as a single drop of sweat drops from her forehead onto the paper. She either doesn't notice, pretends not to notice or thinks this kind of thing is normal. I give her the money and she waddles away.  It just makes me so angry how inconsiderate these people are. Not only are they fat as shit but they are also rude, impatient and act like spoiled entitled children their entire lives. I wish I could decline loans based on the customer being a fat piece of shit.