A fatty ruined my grocery shopping experience So hubby likes to have a little lunch before he runs out to class. This week I decided I would make him spinach pasta with sauce.  So we're in the sauce part of the Aisle, trying to figure out what kind of sauce to get as both him and I are terribly picky about everything.  Me: There's a couple of store brand sauces over here but this has meat and this has cheese so I don't like them Hubby: oh I'm not really feeling those-- Fat Sweaty Dude: Ya gotta have thu good sauce ::gulps air:: that one up there comes from a famous restaurant Hubby: Yeah. FSD: they have the duh best pasta and meatballs in duh world I tell ya h'wat ::gulps air:: ya gotta get that sauce  Fat Sweaty Dude just kinda stands there, Stinking up the aisle and expecting attention from us. Hubby: Yeah. FSD: it's the best restaurant in the world ya can't get Italian like that anyh'where ::panting:: Me: it's an $11 sauce so we're not gonna buy it  Fatties literally have nothing but disposable income for food I swear  FSD: but it's duh ::gulps air:: best Hubby: nah we're good getting some store brand for $1. Buy now.  Fatties have to make everything into some ridiculous obsessive schmorgesbord of food. You get your pasta, you mix some cheap sauce, you add some spices. Fucking $11 for some fatty sauce. I can't imagine his Krispy Kreme budget.