Hammies in the airport Hey FPH. Today I travelled from London to Stockholm. Pretty uneventful. Best part was that I got three seats to myself on the plane - freaking jackpot, especially considering the vast amount of people who asked for seatbelt extenders. Glad I didn't have to sit next to the people who needed that. Anyway. On my way to the gate, a moon of a man was pushing a planet of a woman in a wheelchair. They had a little kid with them, 5-6 years?, who was human sized (thankfully). Not sure if they were siblings or spouses but whatever. So he's pushing her in the wheelchair. A disabled planet. I don't think much of it, as I'm busy waiting in the queue. The fupatron couple enters first of all since she has a wheelchair. I didn't think anything of it until I noticed a wheelchair outside of the plane, looking very similar to the one the planet was pushed in. Odd. Maybe they have something else inside the plane? Whatever, not my problem. I had left all thoughts of disabled planets and moons and human sized children hopefully staying human sized.. Until we exited the plane. I sat in the back, and was in no rush to get off the plane so I took my time. Reading a book, relaxing, the whole wazzo until I could exit the plane without standing around awkwardly in the isle. By this point most people were gone and on their way to pick up their luggage, except for Planet. And this time she was walking. What. The. Fuck. Wasn't she disabled? What the hell? I'm not sure what the difference is between Swedish airports and Brittish airports. I assume that Swedish airports have special wheelchairs for the people who need them. They should have. So why the fuck this planet didn't have one, I don't know. I hope it's because the airport staff are secretly shitlords who told the ham that "tough tits, but if you can walk - walk."  Now, to be fair, she wasn't so much walking as waddling. Slowly. Very slowly. What happened to her husband? And kid? Turns out they were more or less by the baggage claim.  Poor husband was the one carrying all of their handluggage, but I guess that's what you get when you marry a planet. Just.. What. Seriously. If you're able to walk, even if it's slow, you should. There are tons of people out there who can't walk but who'd love to, who'd give their legs (and replace them with prosthetics) to walk. And then there are fatasses who don't walk. Cause reasons. They wouldn't be so fucking fat if they walked. TLDR: Lazy fats gonna fat.