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I work a bit on the outskirts of down in a kind of high density manufacturing area. While a lot of people work in this area, there’s really no food options close by like you would expect.

The only “real” option is a gas station at the corner of the road I work on, because it has a subway. Unfortunately it also is right across the street from Cosco, which probably employs 1000 people. As well, Emcon has a plant right behind it that probably employs 1000 people. Thus, the subway is usually a hopping place. So much that sometimes it’s impossible to find a place to park at the gas station. Add to that that a high school nearby lets the students out for lunch.

If I’m in a hurry to get food and drink, I’ll drive by the gas station and subway and look and see if I can find a spot. If there’s one open, I’ll pull in - otherwise, I venture further away for food.

On Monday I must have hit it right, as there were probably 3 or 4 open spots. That’s a good sign that things aren’t too bad. I went in, and was behind about 5 other people to order. Not bad for this location.

Now, the one thing that drives me nuts about this particular subway is that you don’t know how long it’s going to take based on the number of people in front of you. That’s because the people working in the nearby factories are smart, and they send over a delegate to get their food. So just because one person is in front of you doesn’t mean they’re just getting one sandwich. Sometimes they’re getting 5 sandwiches, and that obviously slows the whole process way down. They’re easy to spot once you’re inside, as they have a long piece of paper with everyone’s oand topping requirements on them. And of course, this also means they have to do 5 separate cash actions at the register to get everyone’s change just right.

And the subway workers arent’ exactly expeditious to begin with.

On Monday, there was a new girl working the counter, and she was considerably overweight. Now before you go judging my character, this fact is important to the story. Anyway, after waiting the requisite 25 minutes to finally order, she put on my toppings. And she LOADED them up. I mean, she made this sandwich like she was making it for herself.

And that’s when it hit me. I like it when fat people make my food because they tend to not be stingy with the serving sizes. I like big servings!

There was a mexican restaurant in town we’d go to occasionally (before they tore it down and replaced it with a mcdonalds). You could see back into the kitchen from the dining area. And there was a BIG FAT guy who did the cooking. And I realize now that the reason I liked that place so much is that you got a LOT of food. This guy wasn’t stingy. He cooked as though he was cooking for himself.

Whattya think? Do fatter people make for better food makers because they’re more likely to give you a higher quantity of food?

And for the record, I consider myself one of the fat people bretheren, so don’t give me lip service about mocking people who are overweight. It will go ignored, and I’l lcontinue eating this exquisitive chocolate chip cookie I got today with my lunch.

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