Jason is just contemplating looking for some dessert when the fat server comes up again. “I hope you’ll forgive me asking,” he says, “but do you need a bigger shirt? That one looks a little tight... and how about your pants? They OK? Wouldn’t want to slow down your feed because of tight clothes...”

Jason glances down at his rugby shirt, which is stretched beyond skintight across his overstuffed gut. He looks the sumo-sized server up and down - wondering just how much he can eat - and replies, “The pants are fine - fleece with stretch waistband is great! - but the shirt, ....