A fanciful land where fat people are not allowed. no muffin tops, thigh cottage cheese, or cows in skin tight spandex.none of it.
“well,here we are!” Bob announces.the family had been on a road trip to California and saw a sign for this small town in the mountains of northern California. LAND OF THE BEAUTIFUL it declared.a town full of fast food delights and home cooked treats.now this is what a vacation should be,he thought.
right before the quaint little stone bridge city entrance there was a traffic stop.”must be routine.just playing it safe in this age of fear,no big deal” bob thinks as he follows the cops hand signals and pulls to the side of the road.”dad,when can we get out and get something to eat?” whines Bob’s near thirty year old daughter,Karen.almost 30 and still a virgin.never had a boyfriend.got all her emotional needs fed from parents.extremely sheltered,spoiled,and prone to tantrums.
“we’ll get some eats right after this little traffic stop-o.k. snookums?” bob coos to his daughter.”it’s alright,baby.we’ll get you whatever you want when we get to town.”Frieda,Bob’s wife and the Karen’s mother chimes in.”you better.I’m cranky and i want to eat.”
the cop pulls up to the door and motions to bob to roll down the window.the cop is tanned and trim.close cropped black hair just going gray at the edges.his reflective sunglasses mirror Bob’s own image back at him.pasty white,morbidly obese,bald,diabetic,and sickly looking.physical opposites.
“what’s your business here sir.” the officer is short and curt.he doesn’t try to hide a look of disgust as he looks at Bob’s fat,flabby body and scans the rest of the minivans occupants.all like bob.fat,flabby,pasty white and homely.”just thought we’d tour your town and get a bite to eat.”
“looks like you people have eaten more than enough already.”the cop says as he turns away and spits out tobacco juice.half the wad splashes on the minivans rocker panel.
“how’s that?” bob asks.
“i said you people are fat and disgusting and we don’t allow your kind here in our fair city.why not go to Wisconsin or something?” the cop answers.he picks up his radio and puts in call numbers before bob has a chance to respond.”dad I’m hungry now!hurry up and let’s get out of here.”Karen whines.”just a minute sweetie angel…”
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