Despicable hams in the parking lot. I think I'm beginning to understand a specific phenomenon that I never noticed before, and I'm disgusted by it. I'm sure you've all seen people waiting in the cars in parking lots in the passenger seats: it's fairly common if someone needs to run into the store really quick. But I've been noticing people waiting in the driver seats a lot more. Often times they're playing on their phones or leaning back and halfway sleeping. They also tend to be fat. I just thought of them as doing the same thing, but I didn't realize how heinous it was until now. I went to a supermarket in a not-so-nice part of town today, which (as far as I know) doesn't have the scooters in the grocery store. As I got out of my car, I looked to my right and saw a station wagon that had random food wrappers and trash filling the car. No surprise, there was a fatty parked in the driver's seat. She was wearing this awful shirt with multiple vertical stripes, making her look like A fruit stripe layer cake with three lard-filled layers. Her fat made her look like she was poured into the seat, and she was looking at her phone doing something.  As I walked in towards the store, I also happened to see a curious sight: two children were carrying groceries in several plastic bags. One was probably 12-13 year old female at best, and the other was maybe 7-8 year old boy. I was super confused about this until they walked up near my car. My heart sank as they knocked on the station wagon's window, and said "Momma unlock the trunk." Fat privilege is sending your young kids, unattended, into a crowded supermarket.  Fat privilege is waiting in your car in the back of the parking lot, not even watching the store, assuming your kids will be safe. Fat privilege is sending a young boy into the supermarket so he can carry an additional bag of your diabetus-juice. I don't like fear-mongering, and it's probably somewhat safe to have young kids in a grocery store. But leaving them unattended because you're a lazy fat sack of shit makes me angry.