Exactly. We always get a chuckle, the wife and I, when we go to the mall together. The two of us embody everything fat people hate (heh): fit, happy, having a good ol' time; especially when we hit the food court. I've never met a more bitter, salty bunch than the mall hams. I'm surprised we don't spend more money on clothes, with the all eye lasers we get pointed in our direction. I've been teaching her the ways, though. She browses FPH regularly, now :) and knows to ramp up her happy bubbliness around hateful hams; we got a closet full of triggers.