When I was 300+ I would be treated like [censored] by people. I particularly
remember one incident at a fast food burger chain. I was next to order,
standing at the register and the clerk got into a discussion about breaks
and stupid stuff with the manager. They went on for about 5 minutes. I got
mad and told them what I thought of them, and then I left the restaurant.
This was just a worst case, of a common scenario. I would be next and a
store clerk would decide to pick up a call on hold on their phone, or a bank
clerk would start doing her organizing of receipt papers and checks, while I
stand there being ignored. People were rude.
I mention this gripe because of something that happened last night. I was
dining out with friends at a Mexican restaurant. The server brought my
Carne Asada and put it down a bit askew in front of me (the plate was hot).
the waitress for our table hurried over and readjusted the plate placement
and at the same time she retrieved my napkin from under the dish and placed
it properly beside the plate. a moment later the server was back with a
replacement napkin and a serrated steak knife. I hadn't asked for anything
or complained. They seemed to be competing over providing me service.
Their treatment of my friends was just routine. I seemed to be singled out
for all this service. (My friends are still a bit obese.)
I attribute all of this to how people behave based on personal appearance.
In a college Psychology class (about 1976) I remember being lectured that
the most important factor in happiness was personal appearance. (not an
exact quote, but I think I'm remembering it right) I had thought it was an
odd thing to be said in a formal class lecture. Out of that entire
semester class, it is the one thing that I remember and think about a
quarter century later.
Cubit
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