Call me what you want

Okay so the other day I took the kids to Mc'Donalds at the local Walmart. I felt like a terrible parent (I had vowed that we would keep that kind of junk to a minimum) I ordered Ollie his mc'chicken happy meal and Moira ordered a cheeseburger happy meal. I must admit as we were sitting there enjoying eachother's company it was really difficult to not get lost in the moment. I mean we were the typical happy commercial for the whole 15 minutes it took us to engulf our junk. I was however taken completely out of the moment when this woman shrieks out "your pop machine is broken!" I had just used it earlier to get the kids thier fuitopia which i had watered down and there was nothing wrong with it. So picture this I am a little annoyed at this woman shouting in this eating establishment (okay this is where it gets ugly but come on!) and I focus on her really big pasty white calves. Slowly I raise my eyes and the graze over these jersey material green shorts and I notice that this woman is huge. (now don't get me wrong, I don't have issues with other people's weight) But she is at least 340 lbs and she is wheezy from all the walking she had done earlier. So here's the clinche. The employee says to her "which one is broken?" "The diet coke" she replies. Okay seriously, on this lady's tray was 2 big mac cartons, fries and an apple pie! you can not tell me that if she doesn't get that extra large diet coke that it is going to throw her calorie load way over the limit. I just don't get it! That shit fursterates me, because I see people simular to her everyday in my work and some of it is so avoidable. It's not the broken diet coke machines that are going to put you on the table in front of me, it's going to be the complete ignorance of their lifestyle. Sorry but I needed to vent, please do not judge me to harshly on what I had to say. Just try to see the little truths inside of it.