Yesterday evening during halftime of a college football game; I ran into a grocery store in search of something that had been on my mind for most of the day, sourdough bread. I made a beeline for the deli. There were two couples waiting ahead of me in line. Since it was a short line, fortunately I didn't have to wait long. I didn't want to miss the second half kickoff of the game I was watching. The first couple were an older Caucasian man who kinda looked like that guy in Slingblade and a young attractive African American woman, who was probably young enough to be his daughter.
These two actually reminded me of another older man, younger woman couple that I saw downtown a couple of years back, except that particular young woman was Caucasian. I'm thinking it's the same guy though because I remember him looking like Carl from Slingblade too. As a matter of fact, I'm sure it's the same guy.
He looked to be slow witted, a veritable dullard. But I could tell by the way he communicated with the lady behind the counter that he was a very intelligent man. As always, looks can be deceiving. Those two were picking up some kind of specialty cake. She was all over him like a crackhead on a crackpipe. I had a hard time seeing where he stopped and she began.
Whenever I see an older man with a younger woman I always assume one of two things; first it's his daughter or second.....dude must have money. Maybe that's not fair, but I've seen that reality time and time again.
Whether or not I was wrong for thinking like that, it turns out that I was right. When I was finally leaving the grocery store I did happen to see the older gentleman open the door of a brand new shiny candy apple red Porsche for that young sister. Of course relationships like this are the way of the world. Older men with money will look for women young enough to be their daughters; and it's not like older women with money don't do the same thing too. It is what it is.
The second couple in line ahead of me at the deli counter were to put it bluntly, enormous. They had surpassed fat a long time ago. Enormous was probably the best term to describe them. Together they must have weighed about eight or nine hundred pounds. Truth be told, they were pretty damned huge. I do not believe for a second that they were capable of having intercourse.
Now I like to think that I don't hate on fat people; after all, a third of all Americans are fat. One day maybe I'll be fat too?!?
Now once a couple of years back, I wrote a post in this blog about a couple of experiences that I had while seated next to a couple of overweight women at restaurants, here in Charleston and in Atlanta. As a matter of fact, here's the link...
At that time, one of my regular readers took offense to what I had written and accused me of just basically overreacting to them because they were fat. She had admitted herself to being overweight and she felt that people judged her continuously due to her size. Of course, I'd like to think that I didn't do that and I denied doing that at that time. But since then I've put a lot of thought into what she said, she could have been right.
Were all of these folks I talked about in the past and the two I saw yesterday fat and gluttonous?!? Well..............yes they were.
But maybe I was overreacting to what I saw? Anything is possible and I have no problem saying that I'm wrong from time to time. I'm scared of the person that's unwilling to admit that simple fact.
I must admit that when I see people that are morbidly obese, I do tend to have preconceived notions about them. I just assume they are prone not to exercise and that they lack self control and where I might be careful of the things that I'll eat, they'll just shove another piece of cake in their piehole at the drop of a hat and keep it moving. Maybe that is unfair; however, there are many times when that's true.
By the way, these two Goliaths actually bought the last three loaves of sourdough bread in the store and were patiently waiting for them to be sliced..........I didn't know that until I got to the counter myself. When I asked for sourdough bread, the lady behind the counter smirked and told me that "the heavy couple" bought the last three loaves.
I didn't even order any other kind of bread, I just took my hungry ass home.
Look I just wanted some sourdough bread, even though I really didn't need it. For dietary reasons, I really should have been eating wheat bread anyway. It's not like I couldn't live without it, it's just not that serious. But at the time, I really wanted that bread. Would it really have hurt for those two big collard green eating folks to have just gotten two loaves of bread, rather than three and isn't that just one of the many things wrong in this country now? More of us could stand to exercise and eat right on a regular basis.............and not buy the last three loaves of sourdough bread. I really wanted that bread too. My mouth was all ready for it, but ultimately I was shit outta luck.