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@locallyhatedsworld

I'm sitting in the lobby of the chiropractor and this couple walks in, and even though there are plenty of empty seats, they sit next to me. They are older and look unhealthy. The lady is overweight and can't seem to catch her breath. She has a cup of what I thought was a soda, but its full of nuts or candy or something crunchy. The man has a scruffy grey beard and overgrown hair under a cheap looking hat that says "NY". The lady says she thinks she needs to use the restroom and starts to get up. But her husband says that he needs to go too, and was just about to. Even though there are 2 restrooms, they begin to argue about who should go first. And they decide he should, and he slowly gets up and leaves the lobby. The lady just sits there, breathing heavily, crunching on whatever she's pulling from her cup. I'm getting annoyed listening to her breathing when her husband returns and sits next to me. He smells like dirty hair. And I begin to wonder what the chiropractor thinks about working on these people. It's my turn to be seen and thankfully I can leave the lobby. I glance back in disgust as I round the corner and enter the Drs office.

We're dead. I don't think we have very much to worry about anymore. 

BEETLEJUICE 1988, dir. Tim Burton

My dad: disappointed if I don't clean my plate

Also my dad: fat shames me for eating so much