The Whimsical Hamily Prisoner Long time lurker, first time poster (been lurking since the days of The Site Which Shall Not Be Named!) My Shitlady friend convinced me to share this story of a little trip we took to a...pizza place! Yes, we strode into the belly of the beast! So some details first given I just said it was a pizza place: There was me: BMI 21. My friend and I work a physical job and I gym (5/3/1) and run every day. Shitlady friend: Not going to post her stats but she's in the gym with me all the time.  Oh and my daughter, a tiny blonde imp. So we settle down for our post work pizza (again, we run around a lot and decided uber-calories were necessary). As we walk in we spot The Ham. And she ticks ALL of the boxes. To big even to fit properly between booth and table? Check. Faded hair dye in previous neon colour? Check. Low cut top? Check. Hideous chest tattoo splashed across her blubbermound? Check (also why do fats have to ruin awesome things. I LIKE tattoos...on hot women anyway).  Sat with the Beast was a small moon and a guy. Now this guy was not fat, as my friend would later say, he was "average". Nothing else to say about him. But the look this...thing gave us when we walked in like a happy family could have shattered stone!  Her mini-moon was just face down in a phone/tablet/pizza combo. She barely looked up from her own plate/phone combo after the initial death stare. Then we sat down, and I had my back to them (thankfully!). But apparently this poor average dude just kept shooting our table these heartfelt whimsical looks. My friend was telling me about it as I couldn't look around, she was laughing that in all her life she's had stares of hate, lust, astonishment, but never that whimsical "what life might have been look". He sat there while the Fat alternated between phone/pizza/giving us death stares and his daughter ignored him. We were laughing and having a great time.  Then her stares got more and more hateful as we ate...and ate...and ate. I train a lot and my last calculation for daily intake was around 3000 calories and this was my first meal of the day. You could see the hate in her eyes that we got to look like we do and ram in pizza. I guess she thinks we do it every day the silly fat fuck.  But it was the dude. I just felt pity for him. Those whimsical, wistful glances before she finally heaved her bulk up and dragged him away.  But every time she shot hateful glances my friend just smiled sweetly and we had more fun and laughed. I only hate her because she put my friend off the pizza. But I do kinda pity that idiot for not running to the hills, he could sure as shit have outrun that mound!