I hate when I order hot chocolate at a cafe and the counter guy asks if I want whipped cream and I say no thanks and he looks me up and down and nods a little and smiles as if confirming to himself that I am probably "on a diet" and he expected as much. And there is a superciliousness of the person thinking either I am that obsessed with my food intake or that i should or should not be dieting or denying myself the richness of whipped cream. I can't even tell if they are thinking I'm fat and therefore it's good that I'm denying the whipped cream or if they're thinking I'm skinny and it must be because i'm uptight or virtuous enough to deny myself the whipped cream. I can't tell which way they're going with it, but they obviously are going in one of those directions.
No, you dumbfucks. Check it. Sometimes I want whipped cream and sometimes I don't and that is fucking all.