The shit you overhear in cafes Madame and I were drinking tea. Near us sat a moon who'd gone to a 5k and ordered a bacon and egg roll (probably as a reward, tee hee). It went on to brag that it had done 2.5k in the time it takes the really slow runners to do the whole 5k (~45 minutes), and that maybe one day it could complete 2.5k in under 30 minutes. We had trouble keeping a straight face. It was just so unbelievably pathetic. Fats fail at everything.