It's the little things (short, mild shitlording story) I was walking this morning, listening to a podcast, when lo and behold a ham colleague appears. Her ass is three times the width of my shoulders, easy... so are her shoulders. She's basically a 5ft8 ball of fat. I take out my earbuds, because I'm polite and start making conversation. At some point we reach a narrow part of the sidewalk that happens to be completely covered by scaffolding. We both walk on, side by side. It's all well and good until we reach a lamppost protruding from the pavement, dividing the way under the scaffolding in two unequal parts. I'm on the left side, where there's room for one human and a half; the ham is on the right side, where there's room for one human to pass. She's talking about some stuff, and I'm smiling because I'm already savoring the moment. Sure enough, her voice dies mid-sentence when she realizes there's no way in hell she can squeeze through. She has to fall back while I walk on pretending nothing special happened (but I know it killed you a little, ham; sure as beetus). Thin privilege is not being hindered by obstacles because your ass is the size of a small car. tl;dr: Hippo wannabe has to make a detour, because she can't fit between a lamppost and a scaffold, while I walk through because human.