Yeah, I love listening to fatass reasoning. They have NO concept of how huge they are and how much the inconvenience everyone around them.
I work with some serious buffalo gals, some of whom are at LEAST 200 lbs on the hoof. Being on an elevator with them is hell. I end up either trapped between two doughy asses or squashed between an ass and the wall of the elevator. Then when I point out that they are crushing me I'M the one who is being rude. How the hell does that work?