Being forced into semi-retirement means two things. 1. I'm not working and my exposure to everyday suckiness is highly and blissfully nonexistent. 2. In the year that I haven't been out in the wonderful world of employment, I have packed a few more pounds on the already overloaded Big Jim frame. Because of the latter, I'm on a diet. My goal is 200 pounds, meaning I have 140 to lose. Enter Subway. Which is what I did tonight where the following occurred.
Little back story. The local Subway is running a sale on their Fresh Fit menu items. Any 6 inch sub from that part of the menu teamed up with a medium drink and a bag of Lays Baked chips for $4.29. The "Sandwich artist" was telling everyone about the deal after greeting them. This becomes important shortly. (I got the Veggie Delight combo)
Cast of characters.
SW: Sucktacular woman who is similarly framed to yours truly only in a much shorter and more dramatic fashion. (Read this as her looking basically like a pair of lumpy, tree trunk-sized stumps holding up an ass the size and basic shape of the Epcot Center Dome. All that is topped with a head that is dangerously close to being pinched off by the fat around her neck.)
SA: Sandwich artist, a very nice man who is maybe 40 and has the patience of a saint.
CA: Cashier
ME: Looking forward to the day that I can ask Raps to change my screen name to notsobigjimaz.
BOLD TYPE IN ALL CAPS denotes yelling.
Italics denotes my thoughts.
SA finishes my order, passes it to the cashier, thanks me and moves to SW.
SA: Hi! Could I interest you in our Fresh Fit sandwich combo today? (Cheery as hell)
SW: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
SA: I asked you if...
SW: I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID! DO IT LOOK LIKE I WANT DAT SHIT?
ME: No, but since you're a foot shorter and 100 pounds heavier than me, you should be.
SA: Sorry ma'am, It's just a promotional thing..
SW: WELL YOU OUGHTA STOP AXIN STUPID S**T LIKE DAT!
SA: Sorry, but I ask everyone. Now wha...
SW: NO YOU AIN'T. YOU AXED ME DAT BECAUSE I'M BIG.
ME: No honey, the Pentagon is big. You're HUGE.
SA: I assure you ma'am, I'm asking everyone the same thing.
At this point he turns to me looking for confirmation (I think) that he asked me the same thing, but seeing that I wasn't exactly the ideal person he wanted to back him up, closes his mouth and turns back to SW.
SW: BULLS**T! YOU GOTS SOMETHIN AGIN OVERWEIGHT FOLK, YOU F***IN STICK!
SA: Ma'am, my mom is overweight. I don't care what size you or anyone else is. It's just an advertising thing. Please, what can I get for you.
This seems to appease her momentarily. She proceeds to order 3 foot long BMT's with double meat, double cheese, no veggies with pickles and mayo. I wonder if she has a family at home or were they going to be gone before she left the parking lot.
SA finishes her order and slides the order to the cashier and thanks her.
SW: F**CK YOU!
SW waddles to the register as SA disappears to the back of the restaurant.
SW: You better get rid of that asshole. He's gonna run all the business outa da place.
CA: We aren't going to do that.
SW: WHY THE HELL NOT!
CA: He's the owner.
You know, I've been big all my life. I was 11½ pounds when I was born. I graduated high school at 455 pounds. it has taken me 35 years to get down to the 340 pounds I am now. Not one second of my life have I been angry about my weight. I know that I'm the reason I look like I do. I'm not sensitive about it. Hell, I joke about it, though someone told me I do that as a defense mechanism. Maybe they're right. If I ever get to the point where I jump on someone who is doing a shpeil, someone, ANYONE, please just shoot me.
Little back story. The local Subway is running a sale on their Fresh Fit menu items. Any 6 inch sub from that part of the menu teamed up with a medium drink and a bag of Lays Baked chips for $4.29. The "Sandwich artist" was telling everyone about the deal after greeting them. This becomes important shortly. (I got the Veggie Delight combo)
Cast of characters.
SW: Sucktacular woman who is similarly framed to yours truly only in a much shorter and more dramatic fashion. (Read this as her looking basically like a pair of lumpy, tree trunk-sized stumps holding up an ass the size and basic shape of the Epcot Center Dome. All that is topped with a head that is dangerously close to being pinched off by the fat around her neck.)
SA: Sandwich artist, a very nice man who is maybe 40 and has the patience of a saint.
CA: Cashier
ME: Looking forward to the day that I can ask Raps to change my screen name to notsobigjimaz.
BOLD TYPE IN ALL CAPS denotes yelling.
Italics denotes my thoughts.
SA finishes my order, passes it to the cashier, thanks me and moves to SW.
SA: Hi! Could I interest you in our Fresh Fit sandwich combo today? (Cheery as hell)
SW: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
SA: I asked you if...
SW: I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID! DO IT LOOK LIKE I WANT DAT SHIT?
ME: No, but since you're a foot shorter and 100 pounds heavier than me, you should be.
SA: Sorry ma'am, It's just a promotional thing..
SW: WELL YOU OUGHTA STOP AXIN STUPID S**T LIKE DAT!
SA: Sorry, but I ask everyone. Now wha...
SW: NO YOU AIN'T. YOU AXED ME DAT BECAUSE I'M BIG.
ME: No honey, the Pentagon is big. You're HUGE.
SA: I assure you ma'am, I'm asking everyone the same thing.
At this point he turns to me looking for confirmation (I think) that he asked me the same thing, but seeing that I wasn't exactly the ideal person he wanted to back him up, closes his mouth and turns back to SW.
SW: BULLS**T! YOU GOTS SOMETHIN AGIN OVERWEIGHT FOLK, YOU F***IN STICK!
SA: Ma'am, my mom is overweight. I don't care what size you or anyone else is. It's just an advertising thing. Please, what can I get for you.
This seems to appease her momentarily. She proceeds to order 3 foot long BMT's with double meat, double cheese, no veggies with pickles and mayo. I wonder if she has a family at home or were they going to be gone before she left the parking lot.
SA finishes her order and slides the order to the cashier and thanks her.
SW: F**CK YOU!
SW waddles to the register as SA disappears to the back of the restaurant.
SW: You better get rid of that asshole. He's gonna run all the business outa da place.
CA: We aren't going to do that.
SW: WHY THE HELL NOT!
CA: He's the owner.
You know, I've been big all my life. I was 11½ pounds when I was born. I graduated high school at 455 pounds. it has taken me 35 years to get down to the 340 pounds I am now. Not one second of my life have I been angry about my weight. I know that I'm the reason I look like I do. I'm not sensitive about it. Hell, I joke about it, though someone told me I do that as a defense mechanism. Maybe they're right. If I ever get to the point where I jump on someone who is doing a shpeil, someone, ANYONE, please just shoot me.
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