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Fat Chance

Okay, I admit it.  I'm a little overweight.  I should probably eat better but I love my junk food, snacking on chips and pretzels or having a second piece of pie for dessert.  And I think in that regard I'm just like a million other guys.

Except for this guy.  This guy makes the rest of us pale by comparison.  Next to him, we look like a slice of salt free bacon (but bacon nevertheless).



This guy's currently in the hospital, in a bed he can't get out of, breathing with the aid of a respirator.
He's 600 pounds.  And he got that way by scamming people.  Yep, scamming people for food!  George Jolicoeur has a string of offences against him after a series of scams involving getting refunds for  food he ate and claimed was bad.  He'd order humungous restaurant meals, wipe the plate clean and then claim there was something wrong with the food.  Then he'd get off not having to pay for the meal.

He also put it to 7-11.  The latest incident involved $50 worth of beef jerkey that he bought, ate, then told the store it was moldy and demanded his money back.  But his luck ran out.  This time the store called the cops.

But guess what.  He didn't go to jail.  In a plea bargain, Jolicoeur pled no contest.  Turns out he was too big to fit in a jail cell.

I guess it's true what they say: the bigger they are the harder they fall!


 

Comments

Skye said…
Scamming restaurants is a very common thing to do unfortunately. I actually have a post I had put up a number of weeks ago about a woman doing this in the restaurant where I work. I turned the tables on her though and I have to admit, it was rather fun :D
nonamedufus said…
Skye: Amazing. You "turned the tables"? That's a good restaurant pun!
CatLadyLarew said…
The nerve! I bet people just went along with his antics because they were afraid he might sit on them if they crossed him. But, seriously, how does someone that large sit at a restaurant? Obviously not in a booth.
nonamedufus said…
CL: Sit at a restaurant? How does he even get through the door?
Me-Me King said…
This guy obviously does not read. Otherwise, he would have learned the roach-in-the-plate gambit from reading Abbie Hoffman's "Steal This Book".

Timber!
RA said…
He wipes his plate clean and the restaurant still gives him his money back! What's wrong with this picture?
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: That would have been one way to go, but he probably would have eaten the roach too!
nonamedufus said…
RA: Maybe he's a neat freak, too!
Leeuna said…
Wow,talk about Karma. Now all that food theft has come back to bite him in the butt. 600 pounds! That's huge!
Kelly said…
"The food is so lousy and the portions are too small!"
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: So's his butt, I imagine.
nonamedufus said…
Kelly: I wonder if he used that line?!
Ziva said…
I wouldn't mess with him, I'd be afraid he'd eat me. He's five times my size, he wouldn't even have to chew.
Yes, that's one great plea bargain: eat your way out of jail. If I'm not mistaken, a joliecoeur would be a pretty or beautiful heart. Given what's probably in store for this guy, that too is a nice touch.
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: Yeah, he might mistake you for a slice of salt-free bacon! ;)
nonamedufus said…
B&B: I wouldn't want this guy to overhear you say "Eat your heart out" He might just do it!
00dozo said…
Really???

How does one allow him/herself to get that large? I can see it as a plea for help, yet he wasn't doing that.

Frankly, if he had said, "can you help me", he probably may have got some. As he did not, he is, evidently, milking whatever system he can.

Sad, but true.

p.s. I know a family of 'Jolicouers', and I am glad to note that he isn't related.
Deb said…
More chins than a Chinese phone book.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: You hit the nail on the head with one word: "sad"
nonamedufus said…
Deb: Ha, ha, good one. But really, you found a chin?
Holy crap! You know, I warned my brother and warned him again that one day the Ho-Ho's were going to catch up with him. But did he listen? No, he was too busy eating everything in sight. No I'm a little worried about my nephew. I haven't seen him for days.....
Don said…
Think of all the cool toys he must have from the Happy Meals!
nonamedufus said…
Mike: In this case, he IS heavy, he's your brother!
nonamedufus said…
Don: hahahahahahahahaha...
Malisa said…
Bless his over-enlarged, exploding heart!
nonamedufus said…
Malisa: Like the old song goes: you gotta have heart, lots and lots of heart!

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