Fatass at the Shrink's Office The parking lot at my psychiatrist's office is too small for the amount of patients they have. The staff aren't supposed to park in it, but they all do anyways because they're a bunch of fat, lazy slobs who won't walk half a block for parking. I pulled into the lot and I saw a van reversing to leave. Perfect, I'll just take his spot. Just as I'm pulling in, an eatbeast in a huge SUV on the street jumps the curb and drives forward into the spot. I made eye contact with the butter bison behind the wheel and mouthed "Fuck you" at it. The shebeast, probably around my age, just waved at me, so I flipped her off too and drove around the corner to find street parking. After walking a short distance, I went into the office, checked in at reception, and sat down in the small waiting room. The soda snorter was across the aisle from me. I made eye contact with it again, made a face of disgust/disapproval, and started playing a game on my phone. "Um, sorry about the parking spot," it mumbled at me. I looked up and very coldly replied, "It's fine. I'm not afraid to walk a short distance. That's why I'm skinny." The Crisco golem had a look of disbelief on its face, like it wasn't sure I had just said that. It didn't say anything else to me, and we sat in silence until I got called in for my appointment. I really hope that fatty was there to see its shrink for an "eating disorder".