The Scootypuff and the Marine I have a picture of the not-very-elusive Scootypuff fatty in a Walmart, but I wanted to include a bit of text after I made an observation. If you look closely in the photo there’s a big, grey, tarp-like shape behind this obeast. That’s actually part of a man’s mechanized wheelchair. The chair was branded with U.S. Marine stickers and badges and the man himself, although a paraplegic, was fit as a fiddle. It was obvious that this man was able to do more pull ups than 98% of the population. He took care of himself, and I made a point of thanking him for his service and sacrifice after an uncomfortable exchange between him and the picture Scootypuff. Before I spoke to him, this thing rolled in. She was sweating profusely and smelled like BO and cigarettes. Her voice was raspy and barely recognizable as a woman’s. She needed her hairspray dammit, and to her, this guy was in the way. He was minding his own business, waiting for his SO to pick out hair product while they chatted idly. And although the obeast said nothing, she wheezed and sighed and rolled her eyes, wedging herself between me and him while she picked out her cheap hairspray.  It is INFURIATING seeing a Scootypuff and a shitlord servicemember in the same scene. The difference between the two was staggering, not only physically (obviously) but in their mannerisms too. He was polite enough to move out of her way and say “excuse me” but she ignored him, grabbing her spray, throwing it in her scooter’s basket, and motoring off like she had just done something brave by bullying him and me out of the way. If I was in the Marine’s position, I would’ve taken the snacky cakes out of her basket and told her to fuck off, but he was polite enough to say nothing. The amount of patience this man had was something to be admired and I applaud him for it. Sorry if this post seems sappy, but my father is a Navy Corpsman so I have a soft spot for members of our military. I just wanted to take this opportunity to tell the fatties of the world that no, you DO NOT need that scooter in order to roll your carcass through the aisles of Walmart. You need to walk your lazy, oversized, non-disciplined ass through the store and leave those scooter for people who actually need them. Thank goodness this man was smart enough to bring his own transportation, because by the time I got back by the entrance to leave the store, all of the scooters were being used by fatties.