Ieuan Dolby

The American Investigation - Day Three



Posted: Friday, October 03, 2008

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I am in Tampa, Florida - the sunshine state is that you say? Beautiful weather! Nice and cool in the evenings; nice and hot in the day!

For breakfast I have a glass of very fresh orange juice! Not a tinsy-wincy glass as found in the UK but a man-sized pull! All the dishes are big here! I cannot finish anything! Yesterday I ordered a salad, something light I thought but ended up with a whole vegetable garden drowned in enough dressing to sink a ship! I left half of it and the waitress asked me if there was something wrong! The locals certianly don't have a problem with these extremely large dishes!

I saw a man today, he was working on a ship and had to walk up the gangway sideways, huffing and puffing as he waddled up to get to the top where the thin people stood! He is a tank inspector! His job is to go down tanks to test the atmosphere, to ensure that the tank has enough oxygen in it for others to work safely within! There was no feasible way for him to get into a tank; they just don't build tank lids that big! Anyway, he passed the tank after testing it from a suitable distance; as he probably has done since his stomach first prevented him seeing the ground beneath!

There was a very large family in the restaurant last night! They were eating a pizza that was bigger than the table, chunky fries that needed to hands to lift and cups of coke that fizzled extremely loudly! And the father was shouting his head off at the poor large waitress! "Can ya, no all understand that aaaaa ordered aaaa diet coke! And there you go ya'aaaalll have brought me aaaa normaaaal coke! I'm on a diet lady and aaall just can't drink your normaaaaal coke! I need youaaalll to go back behind that lill bar and pull me a diet coke now!"

Wow, it must have meant allot to him this current diet he was on!

This 'largeness' is accepted here as everybody else looks the same! I stood in a queue this morning to get a cup of coffee and I felt really odd out and insecure. I was the thinnest person around! Then later as I grabbed a bite to eat at the Oriental Express (a Sushi Bar that was confused between Japanese and Chinese Characters in the name)and the policeman who was putting the bar stool to a weight test looked at me as if to say "I arrest you for being skinny".

It's in the genes they say - rubbish - I don't think there where many overweight prisoners in Dachau or in Alcatraz and if there are any overweight prisoners in San Quentin today then a check of the menu might simply reveal Coke a Cola or a blatant overuse of artificial sweeteners and preservatives!

In the genes my a**e
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