I once punched a refrigerator when I was pissed off. Next day my hand was swollen, painful and red, so I went to a walk-in clinic to see a doctor. He immediately said, "This wouldn't have happened to you if you weren't 240 pounds." Didn't even start by asking about the reason I'd come in in the first place. I held up my hand and said, "I need you to look at this." He finally asked how it'd happened. Not wanting to tell this pompous *** that I'd punched a refrigerator, I said "I fell". He said, "The next time you 'fall' like that, you're gonna break every bone in your hand. You're 240 pounds."

That's when I flipped my cork. I paid $75 for some idiot stick to tell me I was FAT??!! Sheesh, what was his first clue---the size 20 jeans on my butt, or my broken hand? He gave me a script for some pain pills and sent me on my way with yet more advice about my weight. I reported him to the medical board. I'm sure nothing was ever done, but it made me feel better. And no, I've never punched a refrigerator since.....I've slammed a TV dinner against a wall and broken a couple of glasses during my conniptions, though.