Because I said I'd share...Here are just a few highlights of my experiences dealing with fat people while working in a bar. I've worked in restaurants for years, but I'll limit this post to my current job. I work in a pretty popular bar in the "nightlife" area of my city (basically just means there are a lot of bars and restaurants in the area). We serve food as well-- the menu is typical American diner/bar food (but because of where we live, there are still a few healthy and vegan options). Two of my other coworkers openly share my disgust for fat people....well really, more than that, but those two are usually the ones who collectively express frustration with me. Anyways, some highlights that are maybe worth sharing here: -Around Christmas, we had this drunk santa bar crawl come in. It's a bunch of college-aged kids and people who don't go out often/understand how drinking works. Annoying, but bearable. Anyways, towards the end of the crawl, "santa" comes in. Jesus christ, this was honestly the fattest woman I have ever seen in real life that was capable of walking without some sort of aid. If you can call waddling at snail pace walking. This woman was, like, Tess Monster + her husband combined. She was wearing this red onesie thing and a santa hat. In hindsight, I'm not even sure if she was the official santa or if we just decided that because she was so enormous.  This thing goes to join her friends at a booth. Our booths are made for four people, and there are currently three at the booth. Of course, there's no way she's gonna fit. Rather than try to sit somewhere else though, she shoves herself into the booth as much as she can--this means pushing the table so it's touching the people on the other side, and pulling up another chair to rest her enourmous gut on. It was ridiculous. Like, I couldn't stop staring at how gross her enourmous stomach was. It was spilling over the table, under it, and on the fucking chair. She then proceeded to inhale chicken strips and a burger that was originally ordered "to share", of course. -There's this guy that my roommate and I call "The Walrus". Oh god, he's so fucking awful. He used to come in more but hasn't in a while, thank god. Anyways, this guy is massive. He used to be in a wheelchair, now he uses a cane or walker. Still massive...hence the nickname. Whenever this guy comes in, he sits at the bar and proceeds to try and talk to whoever is closest. He doesn't try to make a conversation though-- no, he just talks at people. For hours. Nonstop. You try to get away, and it doesn't work. He follows you, or he'll be waiting when you're back. The only time he stops talking is when he orders food or another beer, obviously. -A couple months ago this lardbeast came in. I recognized him because I'd seen him using a scooter at the grocery store earlier. This time, there was no scooter. He wasn't sitting in my section, but all of a sudden, my coworker tells me to look at the PA screen. On it, he's just rang in a feast-- bacon mac & cheese (ours is pretty big and definitely shareable), a bacon burger (with fries), onion rings, and nachos (the full size, meant for like four people-- not the happy hour ones which are half the size, even though it was happy hour). With a look of horror,my coworker then tells me it's for that guy. That guy, who is sitting by himself, and currently drinking a pitcher, alone. No surprise-- the dude ate all of the food by himself, in about an hour and a half. The mac and cheese looked like he'd fucking licked it clean. He ate enough food for four hungry dudes. Don't worry though-- he tipped for just one though, of course. The bill was something like $55 and he left a $3 tip. -I love all my coworkers, but of course the only one that sucks at their job is fat. I don't want to give too much detail at the risk of someone figuring out too much personal info, but they move like a fucking snail. Like, they can't do more than three tables/hour without messing up (the rest of us run circles around them). I've watched a drunk person drop a glass next to my coworker three times--all three times, they just stood there, while one of us ran to get the broom to clean it up. Because of their size, they take up the entire fucking stairwell when running stuff, and get pissed if someone tries to go at the same time. It's ridiculous. They move so insanely slow and are so lazy overall that it drives all of us crazy, and we have to work harder to make up for it. Oh, and they'll say they don't drink because they are trying to be healthy, but of course they bring a bunch of junk food to their shift. -I have lost count how many times a fat chick has asked me for a "skinny" margarita or to tell them what our "healthiest" drink is. These same girls usually end up ordering blowjob shots later in the night. Worth noting that normal looking people just order what they want, or booze and soda. -Not so much a problem this time of year, but in the summer it definitely is-- fat girls wearing crop tops and mom shorts. OH MY GOD. I live in a city that is pretty accepting of fashions and dressing how you want, and so I get how these girls walk out of their homes thinking they don't look so bad, I guess. But ughhhh, you know how crop tops and those shorts look bad when fatties are standing? It's a helluva lot worse when they are sitting down, and their fupa and muffin top are just scrunched up for me and everyone else to see. During the summer it gets pretty slammed at work, and we make up dumb games to keep ourselves entertained-- one of them consists of counting all the hams the door guy let in and playing bingo based on what they are wearing.  -This one doesn't have as much to do with weight, but FUCK this lady. The other night towards close, I went up to a troll of a woman sitting by herself and asked what she wanted to drink. She ordered a pitcher of cider and four glasses, gave me her card, and told me to close her out. Fast forward a couple minutes later, and I see her over by the door guy, loudly yelling at him. Apparently, her friends were too drunk to come in, and she was pissed because she'd just ordered the pitcher. Now, a normal person might come up to me and explain the situation, so that I could work something out and possibly refund them for the cider. Not this lady. No, she went back up to the booth (where I am now standing), poured a pint of cider, and then proceeded to dump it all over the table while making eye contact with me. And then she threw the fucking glass on the floor, crumpled up and then ripped up the receipt, and marched off. FUCK THAT. I went after her and said "excuse me" in my nicest server voice. She ignored me, so I politely tapped her shoulder. She turned around. I told her, "I'm sorry, is there a problem?" and she immediately started cussing at me about how the bouncer was retarded. I responded as nicely as I possibly could, by saying "I understand you are upset, but that doesn't mean it's okay for you to do what you just did. I didn't do anything to you, and what you just did was incredibly rude and childish". I don't know why I expected anything-- she responded with a very loud "fuck you" and wandered off into the night...to grab pizza across the street, of course.