You stopped in to the large chain gas station for gas and Lunch, as you enter the huge building it is more the size of a grocery store than a gas station, there are lines upon lines of shelves, filled with everything from bulk pickles to 12 gauge shotguns, as you pay for the gas at pump 34, you make your way to the sandwich shop, as you walk towards the line, an absolute blob of a cowgirl parks her overfilled shopping cart next to the divider rope, and gets in line in front of you.

She’s about 3 times wider than you, with a large ass that fills out a strained XXL sized blue jeans like a set of elastic leggings, what used to be a flannel shirt now turned into an impromptu crop top which barely hides the American flag bra sticking through the strained buttons. She has medium length blonde hair contorted into a ponytail right under a brown cowboy hat. You are absolutely befuddled at her appearance, she looks back at you, almost sensing the twin eyeballs staring a whole through her. “Hey there small fry, you got somethang to say abou’ mah’ uh-peer-ance?” She stares daggers at you, an inquisitive look upon her fat face.