I don’t know what it is. Maybe god id punishing me for talking about fat people on SUBWAYblogger.
Lord knows the haters start bashing away in the comments every time I bring up the subject.
So before I get into the point of this post, let me say a few things for the record
- No, I don’t hate fat people. I just think that they need to recognize that they are fat and that other people shouldn’t have to be impacted by someone else’s girth.
- I’m not insensitive. I just tell it the way it is. Sugar coating is for babies.
- I know…just because your fat doesn’t mean you a bad person. I get it, and I agree. So just relax.
I know some of you won’t be able to help yourselves. You’ll need to rail on me in the comments. Have at it. You know I never censor the comments.
To the point now…
On my way home today, there was a very, very large young woman that was getting miffed by me bumping into her back.
Well, she was standing facing one row of seats. My back was to her facing the opposite row of seats. So we were standing back to back.
I of course was standing on my half (if you will) of the aisle. On the other hand, she was occupying all of her side, part of the lap area of the poor soul sitting in front of her, as well as a third of my side.
To top it all off, she was wearing one of those Nike sling backpacks. It looked like a parachute pack on the back of a hippo…which is fine. It’s no big deal as long as it’s not being shoved into my back.
Even that I can deal with on a packed train. What drives me absolutely insane is when she starts to cop an attitude because “she’s getting pushed.”
I’m sorry, you’re so massive that people literally cannot get around you to get off the train, but you’ve got the balls to be pissed when they try to push past you.
If you’re fat, fine. Be fat, but just own it. Hey, you’re in the way so don’t get mad when people need to push by you. Just get over it.
When the train takes a turn, and I bump into your back which has oozed over to my side, don’t get annoyed. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is touch you. So if I do, and it isn’t comfortable for you, you’re just going to need to deal with it. It definitely isn’t comfortable for me.