Ahh...this takes me back to the days of watching people make a mad dash for the hoagies and burritos. Remember how mad you'd be when you'd get to the front of the line and all that was left was fruit bags? As my mom used to say, "serve food and watch the Witnesses come."
I hadn't noticed the weight problem before I left, but the depression thing seemed to be running rampant. I'm sure it's worse now. If I heard one more talk on bi-polar disorders, I think I would have destroyed the sound system.