All you can eat

All you can eat.

$33 for all you can eat.

Whenever you want to see human behaviour at its worse, go to an all-you-can-eat place. Food and money, that will bring the worst out of people.

I went to the Casino all you can eat. Stupidly I took the recommendations of one of my colleagues and went to that dreaded place. Fat people everywhere waddling from one stall of food to the next, pushing people out of the way. Little kids running around screaming. Chicks dressed up like they are going to their own wedding with their noses up in the air – little do they know that they have absolutely no class as they are at an all you can eat place.

Seated next to a dozen Jubba-the-Huts, we had the worst table ever, the equivalent of being placed in Siberia when you told the cab driver that you wanted to go to Tasmania (not that you actually would go to a hole like Tasmania). For the next hour, we were subjected to our neighbours stuffing their faces with any food they got their hands on. No wonder they were fat.

I think with all you can eat places, people should pay according to how much they weight. We live in a world where everyone strives for fairness and equality. Why should that be limited only to race and sex? Why doesn’t fairness and equality extend to weight?

Regardless, for some sick reason, I had a lot of fun at the Casino all you can eat. I can’t pinpoint the exact reason why watching fat chicks stuff themselves is entertaining. Maybe it is the same reason why people listening to William Hung and buy his albums – I don’t know…

All you can eat. Not quite.

More like all you can eat plus a freak show for $33.