4, count them FOUR bottles I had just finished with the gym and needed to stop by the grocery store to pick up some snacks (fresh berries, cottage cheese - mix it together and get a bomb snack) (you know for healthy people).  Anyway, it was pretty late so the store was fairly empty, but man were there TONS of hamplanets. Every aisle I turned into there were tons of planets that I couldn't help but feel the gravitational pull. Down one aisle there was this easily 300+ pound woman with her daughter. Their cart was full of frozen pizzas, TV dinners, sodas. And I overheard the girl say, "Wow mommy our cart is so full! It's because our house is so sick we need to feed them." WORD FOR WORD. I wanted to cry for this poor girl because she had no idea. As I was finishing my round I headed towards the check out and this grizzly obeast of a man/boy walks in, also 300+, b-lining in for something. So,  I'm checking myself out in the self check out and I smell something pretty revolting. It's the grizzly manboy who literally just walked in, with a basket of 4 2-liters of Mountain Dew. That's it. FOUR.  I'm actually surprised he didn't grab the first mentioned obeast's cart because I'm sure that was all he ate. Priorities I guess. And that's my story. Thanks for listening.