You know what really grinds my gears (for those of you who know I love The Family Guy, appreciate the reference)?  I don’t care that America is overweight and obese.  To the tune of 55-65% of adults.  It’s job security for me, at least in theory.  The thing that gets me is the apathy about it.  Let me set the scene for you.  My family and I are in the Wisconsin Dells.  We take the kids every spring with some friends of ours.  Shel and I are in line for the Hurricane slide while Brian and Emily are watching the kids play.  The Hurricane is the big vortex slide.  You know, the one you don’t ride if you’re pregnant or have heart issues?  Anyway, the slide has a 4 person max per tube and a weight limit of 650lbs.  So we get to the top and are a few groups from the front.  This family is up next and gets on the scale.  It’s a mom, dad and kid who can’t be more than 11-12 years old.  They get off the scale and come back to the line laughing hysterically to some friend of theirs that they only made the weight limit by 10 pounds!!  Ha Ha!  How funny!  3 of you, including a child weighed in at 640lbs!  You should be proud!  They thought it was the funniest thing in the world that they were 2 visually obese parents and were raising a visually obese child.  That’s the thing that pisses me off.  Not that they were overweight to begin with, no.  But they thought that it was funny.  They probably had a hotel room stuffed with Little Debbies and chips.  Climbing the flights of stairs to the slide was probably their exercise for that month.  Forget all the health problems that go along with being obese and blah, blah, blah.  What are you teaching that kid?!  That being morbidly obese is OK.  Not that they’ll probably be around for his wedding, college graduation, high school graduation, etc.  You’re rolling loaded dice, people.  Just because you’re playing a losing hand and continuing to bet, don’t pass crappy cards to your kids, too.  That’s what really grinds my gears!