
I have to share an account of something that happened to me today that made me ill. I was at the local auto care store buying a new battery for my car. There wasn't anybody at the counter to help me because the employee was outside examining somebodies car that was being towed into the lot. It was after a few moments that I looked over in the waiting area to see a woman that reminded me of the whole "gluttony" part of the movie Se7en. You know the whole "if you saw this person on the street you would point them out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking them" stuff. Anyhow, I quickly looked away, I'm not fond of staring anyone down, least of all people that might be accustomed to people looking at them strangely. Then the employee walks in the entrance near this woman and begins to discuss what is wrong with her car, how much it will cost, etc. and invites her to come over and discuss this at the counter....where I am standing.
Now I am forced to come face to face with the behemoth, she is a staggering 4'9" and has the physique of a professional lard tester, at least 350-400 lbs. folks. When she came to the counter, I tried to take a picture with my cellphone and not be too obvious, I need to work on my sleuth camera skills, sorry for the poor shot, I really wish you all could see the whole picture.
Anyway, I'm feeling sorta guilty for being interested enough in how fat this woman is to take a picture when she lets it fly. She had walked maybe 20 feet then spent a whopping 2 minutes at the counter talking about her lesbian partner that's coming and she says to the employee, "Hold on a second, I'm handicapped" then proceeds to back up past me and sit on a tire display with three tires stacked up horizontally and leans on the 4Th vertical tire on the top. The employee says, with almost a look of shock "uhh....can I get you a chair?". "No" she replies, "I'll be fine right here". She is winded as HELL folks, breathing like she just had a 40 minute cardio workout. I tried to look at a rim catalog and snap a full picture of her sucking wind on top of the tire display, but it is such a small store and would have been so obvious, we were the only 2 people there, so I wussed out on the money-shot.
First off, calling yourself "handicapped" when you are a fat slob that has no self control is just wrong. There are people that have legitimate problems that they did not voluntarily create. You don't see alcoholics applying for disability because they can't get sober. So how can a glutton claim she is handicapped when she is too weak or stupid to say, "hmmm, maybe 3 cheesecakes and a gallon of ice cream was too much to eat for a breakfast"? I really should have said all this to her face, and though I may be brash, I'm not that brave yet.
Second, there is something to be said for the awesome power of moderation. Almost anything is really bad for you if you take it, eat it, or do it too often. A good piece of the puzzle of life consists of controlling your vices and maintaining a balance in every one's attempts to escape the monotony of every-day life. So whether its food, booze, pills, porn, pot, or even heroin for god's sake, if you can do it in moderation, have at it. But once you past that point, and you know where that line is drawn in the sand, you need to be able to recognize that you have gone past the point of moderation and are no longer in control of your environment, and then you become the 400 lb munchkin lesbian that rides over the curb and pops her tire because her arms are too fat to properly control a vehicle. Moderation people, that's the key.
Tom Pain


