food for thought

customer: i cannot eat at a buffet.
me: and why is that?
customer: because i cannot have a four hundred pound man breathing over my food.

hold up.

a phobia of obesity?

i was ready to lunge over the espresso machine and wring this man out by the neck. instead, i made his coffee and sent him on his way.

but, really?

i mean, it is one thing to express your disinterest in buffets because of the sticky bathroom floors, cold macaroni, and children coughing into the food, but is it not an entirely different issue when a persons singular reasoning for avoiding the local golden corral is simply due to the possible presence of an obese person near their food?

to judge a person by the number on their scale or the size stitched into the tag of their jeans is discrimination and a sad expression of cacomorphobia. had this man mentioned that he could not walk into a buffet because he witnessed someone poking their fingers into the mashed potatoes or spitting into the soup, i would have agreed, made his coffee, bid him a pleasant afternoon, and sent him on his way.

because he decided to base his irrational fear of buffets on the weight of those around him, however, i bit my tongue, made his coffee, sent him on his way, and wrote a blog. justice is served, along with a side of cold macaroni.

just curious, did nobody warn this man that i have opinions and i am not afraid to use them?