This late summer/early fall at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, two (white) women walk in, one (thin) one in {her late 60s) or (early 70s) and then one that’s like (early 60s), and the (thin) one is like super thin with poles for arms and no breasts and clothes that just hang off of her, and she practically shuffles across the floor, her feet never leaving or barely leaving the ground like they would in a normal person’s gait.
And, for the little itty-bitty lunch special side-salad that we give out as a perk on weekdays, she asks if we serve half-portions, which we don’t.
“Such big portions!’, she said, too, when her pad thai came out. "Are you sure this is the lunch special size?"
Towards the end of the meal, she also requested a take-out box, and although it was the biggest size, her leftover meal practically filled it.
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