You just reminded me. I was at a knitting event a few months ago. It was poorly organized and overcrowded, but still manageable to get through. A few of us were making our way through the room full of circular tables crammed too close together for the size of the average attendee when we came to a halt. We were almost at the front to where all the yarn was and word was trickling back: "We need to back up and go another way." I'm short and trying to peer over and around people and that's when I saw it. A good 350-400 pound mound of fat blocking the entire line. She was near the front and couldn't be bothered to get up, move 5 ft out the way for 30 seconds and let 8 of us by. I wished I was at the front of the line that stopped instead of the minimoons cause I would have said EXUSE ME, found some way through and made a scene.