Driving through the mountains one time, I saw a sign for helicopter rides. My family was asleep so I thought it would be nice for them to wake up, wonder where we were, and then get the news that we're going for a helicopter ride. Walked in to the office and the first thing I noticed was a big sign that said 250 lbs weight limit per person. There was a scale under it. I booked my flight and was told to have a seat for 20 mins or so, they had to do pre flight safety checks. I liked the sound of that. We turned around to go sit in the waiting area and there were a family of couch bison behind us. The mamma bear starts yapping, asking stupid things like (I shit you not) if there would be any snacks served on the 30-60 minute flight. I'm holding back laughter and my wife is elbowing me. The guy behind the desk says "before we get into any of that, I just need each of you to step on this scale, for safety reasons". You would think he asked her to sacrifice one of her slob kids with the way she reacted. "WHAT DOES MY WEIGHT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? YOU DIDNT WEIGH THEM"(pointing to me and my family). The guy very calmly said "we're a federally regulated industry, and the helicopters can only safely lift so much weight. I can tell by looking at them that they are under 250 lbs". Fat bitch "you can't tell someone's weight just by looking at them". Me "I'll step on that scale right now if it will shut you up." Lardass had nothing to say about that. Herded her cattle offspring out the door. That was nice to see that the operators care enough about safety to get into it with a slovenly sow.