There's a lot. There always is. Not a day goes by when I'm not trampled on by fats at work. Mostly fats being angry at me for their own misreading sale signs because they saw food and any and all focus went out the window when twinkies came into view. Thinking that I, a simple peasant had any control over the prices that corporate set and thinking they deserve special exception somehow. Dropping shit right on the floor and not even looking down at it until I swooped down with my incredible athleticism and Muh Joints of steel (read: normal fucking muscles aka thin privilege) to pick it up hastily while they stand there like an idiot feeling shame like they should feel. Thinking that, despite their admittedly massive and dense orbit, the world actually DOES revolve around them.