Fats on my flight home This is the story of my flight back from Poland to Sweden recently. Usually fats are not a that big (tehee) issue in Europe but this was a special occasion.  My journey began in Krakow, Poland, at the end of something called the “Youth Week”. It’s an event that attracts people from all over the world and this time it was combined with a visit from the Pope as well so even more people came. I had no prior knowledge of this even when I did the booking for my flight, something I regretted as soon as I got to the airport. Chaos. Too much people in a rather small airport. (Example of fatties on my flight: https://sli.mg/EgpNcr)  My first flight to Warsaw was of course delayed with 50 minutes which sucked as my lay over time there was merely 40 minutes. I get seated in row 3 so I can watch everyone walk passed me as the flight finally boards. Holy cow… So many fat Americans (mainly) squeezing themselves through the aisle. As I was sitting on the aisle seat I repeatedly had to lean back not too be grazed by the beasts passing by. I felt so sorry for the people sitting next to them.  The pilots do a great job of hustling and the 40 minute flight to Warsaw takes barely 25 minutes and there is still hope for me to catch my final flight home due to it being delayed too. As soon as the “fasten seatbelt” sign gets turned off I stand up, grab my bag and await them to let us all off the plane. Cue entitled fatty who thinks she can squeeze herself to the very front of the plane as if everyone around her is insignificant. She comes up behind me “Excuse me!”. I turn around and see a woman with the biggest fat composition around her hips and ass that I have ever seen. Probably 5’5’’ and 225-250ish lbs (Im not that great at estimating, thus here’s a schematic of the planet http://sli.mg/sbjrFc). She literally had to walk with an angle in order to fit in the aisle. “I have a connecting flight!” She exclaims and expects everyone oblige. “Mam’ we all do.” I answer as according to the latest update, my flight was supposed to leave right now. “My plane leave in 15 minutes!” Was her response to which I informed her of my situation and a lady with two small children told her that she had only 10 minutes to catch her flight. Any normal person would understand that we are all in the same boat and its better to chill, but no. fats think they are above everyone else. She started to push forward and even though I’m 6’2’’ 176lb, my first reaction was to avoid the fat from touching me. I took a step back and she got in front of me but no further. God she smelled bad... She was so sweaty and... disgusting. When we all left the plane I ran passed her instantly which just made me even more irritated. Why bother cutting if you are going to be the slowest person huffing and puffing when we all start to move?! Fuck fat people. Bonus, on the train from Denmark to Sweden this lovely lady squeezed into a seat designed for human sized people. The poor bastard sitting next to her (obstructed from the angle I took the picture from) looked miserable for the rest of the trip https://sli.mg/wtE1CN TL/DR Fatties cut through passengers only to be the slowest ones off the plane causing irritation and adding stress to an already stressful situation.