Amazing tales of a Fat-Hating delivery man(moved from FPH)

This is another story from the comments of the FPH post that was moved due to being in the wrong subreddit:

Well I deliver to a 4-state area, every day. This is in the Midwest and it includes Missouri, Arkansas, Kansas, and Oklahoma. Sometimes we travel up to 400 miles in a day, depending on how many stops there are and what we are installing.

I had a very disturbing stop in Kansas. It was an over-the-range microwave. Depending on the cabinetry, they can take a while. This was to a man that weighed at least 450 pounds. Maybe 5'7". I told him to clear out the upper cabinetry, because I have to get in there to take out the screws that are holding the microwave to the upper cabinets. There is a bracket against the wall, holding the back in place, and 2-3 screws holding the top of the microwave to the upper cabinetry: Here

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So he calls for his daughter, even though he is right fucking there, he was too lazy to move all of the candy jars(seriously) and the cookbooks. We don't do it because if we break something, we pay for it. So his daughter comes out of her bedroom to do it.

She is wearing a thong and a halter top. This girl can't be over 13. She is young. My partner and I were incredibly uncomfortable. So we avert our gaze and start to make small talk with the customer. Like what is wrong with the old microwave, did they get a good price on the new one, etc.

He is smiling at us. He keeps grinning this huge, nasty, shit-eating grin, and he is nodding his head toward his daughter's ass(she is on a step stool, clearing out the cabinets), and then nodding back at us, basically saying "nice, isn't it?", like we were sharing a fucking moment of "just being men" with this sick fat fuck. We then just pretended to be going through our tools while she finished. His daughter stuck around in the living room, though, and every time one of us locked eyes with him, to ask a question or whatever, he did the "knowing grin" thing. Ugh.

Afterward, he had her come into the living room, and the dude had his hand on her upper thigh, and when she left, he even smacked her butt. He had the molester glasses, the goatee, everything. I wanted to take my drill, with the paddle bit in it, and core out his brain.

I need the job, I don't know what kind of situation we were in, and for all I knew, she was older than she looked. I know she wasn't though. No fucking way. We finished up, and I e-mailed CPS and called a non-emergency police number when we got back to my state.

I still remember the grin.

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