This reminded me of a a story I heard a few years back. Friend of my wife had an experience once in a KFC where a Shaniqua-style hambeast was at the counter ordering, by herself, and she ordered up a family-size bucket and sides. Black kid at the register (who looked like a twig that weighed about a buck-fifty when soaking wet), on auto-pilot, asks if she wants that "for here or to go". La'queefa goes off on him, screaming about "You think I'm going to eat all of this by myself?!?!?!" Dude at the counter, who apparently gives zero shits at this point in his day pops back with "Bitch, I don't know your life! You look like you could!"

I mean, if you're obese, and you're ordering enough for three or four, you better expect that people are going to look at you like you're a piggy bastard. "Hammah" here just got called out by an automated system instead of a real person. Sucks to be catching a reality check on your life, but the indignation in her post makes me think that she's been in need of one for a while.