Mondays

Well, I swear, Monday must be fat day.

Over half of the people who visited my Supermarket today were over-weight. They ranged in size from what must have been moderately over-weight, to being so huge a ''danger, wide load'' sticker would have been appropriate.

It's funny too, because you can tell the fat people, not just from what's in their baskets but the words which come out of their mouths.

I can almost guarantee you, the woman f'ing and blinding across the isle from me, is going to be over weight. The man, growling at his wife about the salad they are buying... yes. Over weight too.

The fat people who visit my supermarket, are more often than not, the most aggressive unpleasant customers, I have to deal with. It's like as their size grows, so does the amount of respect they believe society should give them! Fat people are rarely polite to me. When they ask where a product is, and I take them, its a truly unusual occurrence for them to smile and thank me.

Maybe if they put a little more effort into not being rude bastards, the effort it would be for some of them, may even burn enough calories to make them thin.