Hamplanet stole paradise from me... nothing was worth being in her presence... I used to go to the most amazing chiropractor in Los Angeles... his office was like a spa oasis, with a gym, sauna, all this crazy stuff... multiple story. They charged insurance and you could do anything... massages, personal training, chiropractic, spa treatment, 1 on 1 yoga/pilates, etc... I went there 5 days a week because at the time I had "unlimited chiropractic" visits on my insurance. The chiropractor was gay so the office and every thing there was top notch, impeccable and clean. For years the front desk girl was this young sweet Brazilian girl built like a brick shit house... she becomes the 1 on 1 personal yoga/pilates chick and every old dude in Hollywood was coming in... anyways, the office was very modern and had a simple desk with glass wall... the bathroom was behind the waiting room. One day I come in and there is the largest woman I have ever seen in my life sitting at the desk in a dirty moo moo... Now this was in the heart of Hollywood so everyone is fit as hell, and NO one that works go goes to this place is in any means obese... I instantly noticed something wrong... I asked her, "is there a gas leak? Do you smell that?" At first it was like sulfur or something it burned my nose... "No, must be the candle." (It wasn't the candle, the candle was like a soft spa smell.) As that odor sat in my nose it immediately turned... it's not sulfur but like iron... blood... dried blood... and fish... rotten fucking FISH... I am literally starting to gag and ask her if there is any water and she points behind the where the bathrooms are... there is a fancy purified water fountain. I go to get a cup and fill with water... what happened next is forever scarred in my memory... I will NEVER be the same... I am on bent down on my knees filling my cup of water when I hear creaking/screeching metal. Jabba the Hut was on one of those really fancy executive leather chairs with 10 wheels etc... she is so fat she is not even getting up to walk but literally swinging her fat legs around on this wheeled desk chair to the bath room... moo moo is sliding up her what was once a waist... as she gets to the bathroom door, she swings around to me and lets me know "I might be in there awhile"... I look up and see her granny panties up to her gut... this fabric could make a circus tent... the underwear stained BLACK with blood... bitch was on the RAG and crotch was so nasty it literally was rotten... she closed the door and I immediately vomited behind the water fountain... I ran out and never went back... the office kept calling and calling stalking me... I just ignored... One day the doctor called me on his personal cell phone... I answered for some reason... he was so worried about me because I had just disappeared. He asked what happened... I told him honestly and that I just could never get that smell out of my nose... it was a month later and just bringing up the story made the smell come back in my nose. He was ashamed and profusely apologized... I asked if she was still there and he said "yes" and I said I cannot return, I am sorry. As we go to hang up I hear him yelling at someone "your fat pig of a sister cost me ANOTHER patient!" Poor guy... I wasn't the only one who couldn't take it I guess... I went back 4 years later when I got really good insurance again and it was a lawyers office. :(