You would have gone full-bore projectile if you’d have been there in person and believe me, nobody would have noticed.
The only explanation for the actions of the two guys were that they only came to town to eat once a week at the buffet. That, or their sister is out on a ‘real’ date Sunday evenings...if you get my drift.
We still laugh about it to this day.
Last time I was in that area was 1993, and my hosts took me to a ‘cook your own’ steak place called The Butcher’s Block (dunno if it’s still there). I remember seeing that the place was half-filled with ‘good old boys’ who were roughly the size of baby elephants, and who were eating at least three steaks a piece (and who also wouldn’t have gone near the salad bar if you’d held a loaded .45 to their heads).
While I’m not the skinniest guy in the world myself, I’d never seen anything like that before.