So I go to the movies about twice a month... And of course it's filled with couch bison (thank you whoever came up with this term! I forget who you were) doing non-exciting things like eating a large popcorn per person. But this time...I'm infuriated.   Like I said, I go to the movies twice a month. I go alone unless someone wants to join me: it's an indulgence that gives me a break from life, so I splurge. I see everything from horror movies to kids' movies depending on my mood. This time, I went to see Inside Out. Super cute movie by the way and, in my opinion, very well done!   Anyway, as expected, there were lots of kids with their parents. The movie is about to start, and two girls maybe ages 6 and 8 sat down next to me with no adult in sight. The older looking one was fat while the younger one was obese...as in probably weighs as much if not more than my 21 year old self obese. That already pissed me off because this is an age where I still entirely blame the parents.   So the obese child was next to me and started telling me their mom went to see a rated R movie and told them to go here. Already angry at what I assumed was a fat mom leaving her kids to see this movie alone while she goes and sees a rated R. They seemed way too young, and what happened to family movie night?   Next, each girl had two bags of candy (they have the self serve candy bags here) and a bottle of coke. Not sharing. Each one had it.   Now the obese girl got up to use the restroom, and when she came back, you could hear her struggling to climb the stairs. She was wheezing. She didn't recover for the rest of the movie. You know that snotty, gasping wheeze death fats have? This maybe 6 year old girl was doing that!   Now the last straw, and leave it to irresponsible fats to do this. I had no idea what movie I wanted to see, so I scoured online. The only R one around Inside Out started half an hour later and was a bit over 2 hours long. The girls told me their mom told them to sit on a bench and wait until her movie was done...over an hour later. The obese one looked around at the crowd and outright said "I don't remember what movie she's in. I forget where to sit. I'm scared."  Even though I'm a total stranger, I sat with them until she came out. They fawned over my shirt (a Batman jersey) and told me about how their mom usually just takes them places and tells them to go do whatever because she's busy.   When the mom finally came out, my assumption was right. She was a couch bison. I was so mad. I told her her daughter was scared to sit alone, so I stayed with them. She glared at me, muttered thanks, and took them away. I wish it was CPS taking them away. I wanted to call her out on her shit, but I didn't want to yell in front of her kids.   I hate fat people overall, but I really hate fat parents. That fucking bitch doesn't deserve those kids. They have no chance, and they're growing to grow up, develops severe fat logic, fail in life, and die before they're 30. She's killing her own children.   Bitch.