Starbeetus why Last weekend, I worked on Valentine's day. The Starbeetus I work at is in a grocery store, so of course there's men walking in from the moment we opened to the moment we closed, buying whatever bouquet of flowers they think their wives/girlfriends will like, maybe some chocolates or something from the bakery, and usually some coffee to go with it. (Side note: If you're going to get your girl a coffee for Valentine's, you should probably know what kind of coffee she likes. You wouldn't believe the amount of people asking me "So... do you think my girlfriend would like _____?") The day goes on, the sun finally rises, and I'm on my second cup of coffee, when a woman and child came to get some coffee for themselves. The woman wasn't anything to gawk at, a couple of extra pounds, should probably wash her face more, but definitely not v/fatpeoplehate worthy. The kid though? She looked around 10 and already looked like she was nearing my weight. I'm talking about the cheeks puffed like she's still hiding some of her morning Fruit Loops, probably wearing clothes meant for for people 4 years older than her, and the little waddle you never want to see on a kid.  My heart went out for her. The woman wasn't her mom, because apparently the mom was too "sick" to leave the house. These two come in once every two weeks or so, and the mom's never been there. Probably bed-bound with a Mt. Dew IV stuck in her veins. My guess is the woman probably takes care of them both, or at least does the groceries.  The kid orders first: Venti Double Chocolate Chip Cream Frap, with whip, mocha and caramel drizzle, and extra java chips. To add that up for you: The Frap, whip, and mocha drizzle alone are 540 calories. Add another 20 for the caramel, and another 30 for the extra java chips. 590 calories in one drink. That's half of what I eat in a day, and she finished it before she even left the store.  The woman ordered one of our Valentine's drinks, Venti of course, and told the girl she'd share it with her. Making those drinks honestly made me want to gag.  They leave and I get on with my day, telling anybody who asked what their significant other would like to try a vanilla latte, probably the most generic thing we have. 45 minutes later, with a car full of pop, chips, and frozen food, the woman and kid come back. Both have finished their drink, and they've decided to bring one home to Mommy Dearest and one to share on the way home. They get a Java Chip Frap (basically the Double Chocolate but with coffee), and another Valentine's Frap. Both are Venti. Of course.  This kid not only got her own 600 calorie drink, but part of the woman's, and part of a third seriously sugary drink. How the fuck do people think giving kids this stuff is okay?  Even Starbeetus is trying to get healthier. They have warnings on their site about really looking at what you're putting in your drink and have these new veggie smoothie drinks.  Also, another mini-rant. Basically, I'm in culinary school and share a class with the most disgusting hamplanet I've ever seen. She's seriously fatter than Tess herself, probably just 10 pounds short of our beloved Quirky. She's the kind of person who always has to interrupt the teacher to tell some stupid story she thinks people want to hear, or talk about her anxiety that's SO bad she can't give presentations. Bitch, I've had panic attacks from just going to Walmart and I didn't complain about giving some stupid presentation about our favorite Master Chef. You sit there and talk all class, what's the difference if you're freaking standing at the front of the room doing it?  The worst part is just cooking in the same classroom as her. Chef's, despite the common belief, should not be fat. They work 8-12 hours a day, chopping veggies, grilling, making sushi, you name it. They're on their feet, running around a kitchen full of other people in a kitchen so small even normal chef's can have trouble squeezing behind someone. In a kitchen, you're going to be in the way and bumping into people who are using some seriously sharp knives near their fingers. Most of the top-notch chef's aren't planet level. There are some, of course, but people like Gordon Ramsey, Bobby Flay, Thomas Keller, Marco White, and Alton Brown, the ones who a lot of aspiring chef's, like me, look up to, keep themselves from becoming Jupiter while still cooking some pretty amazing food all day every day. You're not going to become a top-tier chef if you can't even walk to the spice rack and back without complaining about how far away it is.