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But on one trip everything would change. The man who pulled into the drive-thru was not the same who left minutes later.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened earlier in the day. In fact, it was quite pedestrian and my trip to Taco Bell began like any other. I pulled up to the menu board, placed my order… and then it happened.
“You eat too much,” a garbled woman’s voice coming from the speaker said.
I could feel my heart both sink and leap into my throat at the same time.
Thinking that I may have misunderstood the often distorted audio from the speaker box I replied, “what?” My fingers were crossed as I hoped for a difference response.
“You eat too much,” she again said; this time more clearly.
I had been fat shamed by a Taco Bell employee
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