Starbeetus So I work at Starbeetus. It's not actually a store by itself, but it's more like a little sitdown area inside a popular grocery store in the Midwest. Here, fat to normal ratio is about 60-40. A lot of the people I've seen and met are usually normal, some are overweight, and seeing an obeast isn't uncommon. The college I go to has an amazing gym and pool open for anyone that wants to go in and they offer physical classes for low prices, so a lot of the students take advantage of that and are fairly active. Also, a lot of our teachers are from other countries. My speech teacher and my civilizations teachers were from Italy. My Russian teacher was, of course, from Russia. All of them were very fit and definitely had a shitlord vibe. My speech teacher really loved when I did my persuasive speech on why obesity is such a huge problem. Today was the usual day. Everyone was coming in after church to get some shopping done, some people came to grab a coffee for their visit. Honestly, in our store, we sell more drip-brew coffee than anything. A lot of the same people come in, so it's pretty easy to memorize orders and get them ready before the people even get to our stand. Then Tubby came. We were helping out one of the regular soccer moms who had a kid on her hip and another at her side. The kids are adorable, really well behaved, always saying please and thank you when we make them their (decaf) vanilla bean frappes, and usually ask us a lot of questions about how we make the coffee. Tubby is alone, unsurprisingly, and when SM didn't move out of her way right away, she gave a really annoyed huff and crossed her arms. Maybe she wasn't really all that annoyed and just catching her breath, who knows? So SM moves over and says "excuse me," letting Tubby come forward. I'm on register and brewed coffee duty for the day, so I'm the first to deal with her.  You know that voice that just sounds like the fat is literally clogging their throats and they have to force the words through the esophagus folds? Her voice to a T. She had her hair pulled up, but even that didn't hide how greasy and unwashed it looked. Her shirt was disgusting, had a few stains and rips, and could fit all three of us Starbeetus workers probably. But, hey, I get paid pretty decently for how slow our days usually are, so I put on a smile and ask her for her order. "Venti upside-down caramel macchiato. Whip, extra flavour shot, and javachips on the top." First of all, where's the manners? No matter how much of a hurry I'm in or how annoyed or whatever, I ALWAYS make sure to say please and thank-you. Just because I'm the one serving your fat ass, doesn't mean you get to be rude. Secondly, there's no such thing as an upside-down macchiato. We get it a lot, really, from people who try to seem like they're fancy coffee drinkers. A macchiato is made in 3 layers: steamed milk, flavour shots, espresso. Upside down would be: espresso, flavour, steamed milk. That, my shitlords, is called a latte. Macchiatos cost more, so whenever people order this, we charge them for the macchiato.  Thirdly, how can you even drink that? Sure, I don't get the healthiest coffee (tall skinny caramel frappe with no whip and 2 extra espresso shots) but caramel, whip cream, AND java chips? It makes me want to gag. I ring it up, ask her if that's all, and die a little when she turns to the pastry display. I used to be addicted to the very berry coffee cake. After a really long day of work I'd grab a slice of that, go home, and catch up on homework. Usually, that'd be my lunch or supper, and instead of coffee with it, I'd just get some water. But this beast decides she wants one of our chocolate croissants and a cake pop. The croissants themselves are pretty big. I'm a sucker for croissants, but not even I would actually get one of these, especially with a venti coffee.  She finally pays and goes to wait by the serving part of the counter. SM comes up and asks if she can get a refill for one of the kid's coffee because he spilled it. We get to making it and it's done before Tubby's is, but when she sees the cup, she just gets this angry look and says "This is NOT what I ordered." N, one of the guys I work with, is the most sarcastic person I've ever met and usually always talks to customers bluntly. He just looks at her and deadpans "I know." A few moments later he comes back with her coffee and goes "Here's your latte, ma'am." "I ordered a macchiato." He explains it to her and she gets angry. "Why the fuck did I pay extra for a macchiato then?" SM is still here, talking to one of the older ladies that works on Sundays. She gives the beast the coldest look I've ever seen and starts yelling at her for "using that sort of language in front of children." Tubby ended up just storming away, fupa bouncing out of her shirt, panting the entire time. It literally made my day.