Weekend Hiking Shitlording So I love to hike. Pretty much any free time I have I pop over to the many local trails and do some plant identification, or just see if I can beat my PR pace for that particular trail. However, as with all things, fats are infiltrating.  So this one I went to on Friday is a very rugged trail. It goes up a river bed to a large waterfall. The gorge is an elevation change of about 255ft, and you have to do a rock scramble, ford the river twice, and navigate some steep switchbacks.  As I'm heading out, I'm doing a semi-jog fast walk thing, and this 400lb (at least) deathfat is waddling her way down the trail with her human sized feeder husband. How the fuck she managed to get down there I have no clue. It must have taken her hours because she is also wearing flip flops (despite clear signs that flip flops are not good footwear at the trailhead). Then she has the gall to call out to me as I pass, asking about my Kavu slingback and how I like it, she's going to get one, etc.  I said I like it very much, but they only make one size and they do not sell extenders. I was gone down the trail before she could even start to reee at me. And there was no way she could waddle fast enough to catch up with me.  Tl;dr I told some deathfat on the trail that a backpack would never fit her then used human skills to outwalk her.