Fats always rushing to stuff their faces While waiting for the train to leave, I saw a big blubbery woman rushing and gasping as she heaved herself into the train, plopping her fat rear on the seat across from me and desperately searching through her many, many bags. I thought she was looking for something of an emergency nature, like an inhaler. Then, she found it. A candy bar. She tore open the wrapper like a rabid beast and ate the thing in three bites. It quelled the storm, it seemed, and she began to relax. She then went in her bag again and pulled out even more sweets - this time a bag of caramel-covered waffle things. Munch, munch, munch. She didn’t stop eating. I left the train before she stopped eating, at least, some 20 minutes later.     I have never seen a fatty on public transportation reach into their bags for anything but food. And more often than not, when riding on public transportation, they’re eating. These things are fucking vacuums.