Creature at the coffee shop Every part of me wishes I could have taken a picture, or even a short video clip of this fantastic case of sheer gluttony/idiocy for a disabled-fat this past weekend. I went out in the morning to get a few things, and ended up at a store that has an accompanying Star-bucks in store. It was super early, they had just opened and the person I was with wanted to get a tea. We had to wait for the barista to finish with this...creature in front of us. This was the most bizarre and surreal experience I've ever had at a coffee shop. This lady thing was already at least 300 pounds or more. She was completely wheel chair bound, and her body seemed to keep listing to one side. The first thing I had to think was which came first? The fatness or the condition? She was a special type of grotesque fat, with an unusual...stink. It was definitely beetus. One of her stump legs was pretty well wrapped with gauze, but you could smell the decay from several feet away. Her hair was thin, brittle, greasy, and looked not unlike what you would expect from a half decaying corpse. This thing, it moved like a zombie. I wish I was making this shit up. It very slowly, and haltingly wheeled it's way while body listing to one side up to a table, and had her pastry and sugar drink delivered. Although she could wheel herself, she did not seem capable of holding her food. So instead she ate it off the table like some sort of dog. She kept having to struggle to lift her head just to suck on the straw. It was a stark contrast of energy between when she was describing how someone said unkind things to staff some 10 mins back (eavesdropped on the convo while in line) and then her eating. It's as though the slightly excitement sapped every bit of energy. Staff were on alert, and the barista was glaring at me while I watched on. I didn't think I could get away with a picture, but goddamn I wish I could have. I'm not sure what her condition was. Diabetes complications were definitely there with full blown skin rot. No surprise as she's morbidly obese. She could barely even feed herself, how the hell did she get so fat? I can't imagine how she got into the store unaccompanied. It left so many questions. Her condition is so bad, and yet she's still managing to gobble down the poison that is shortening her life even further. It's times like these I really pity non-fat workers in food and drink. It would drive me mad being the one having to smile and hand over the poison that is killing an entire generation or two. Anyway I had to share this because it was like a unicorn in the wild. I doubt I will ever see something quite like this again.