Piggy in front of me in line at the gas station right now Early 50s, bingo wings, each thigh as big as both of mine together, bag if chips and beetus juice. Standing behind her trying to estimate the circumference of her upper arms, but she keeps looking over to the left. Finally gives me the 'just a second, gotta grab something gesture', so I say go ahead, because I want to see what it's going to be. Comes back in 2 seconds with a bag of those nasty mini donuts, covered in cinnamon and sugar. An entire bag, not a roll of 6. Sunday afternoon, 4pm, no reason other than her weakness demands it.