Urinal fatty at Chipotle Me and my mom stopped today at a Chipotle after a long day of cross-country driving for dinner because we had a sudden craving for spicy stuff. While waiting in the line to get to the food bar, we noticed that something smelling strongly of old urine. Not wanting to smell this foul smell any longer but captured by the morbid curiosity of finding out where possibly the smell of urine could be coming from in the middle of an otherwise quite clean restaurant, we looked around until we realized it was from the fatass standing right in front of us. Little under six feet or so, and fucking three hundred pounds and some more. This fucker must have been packing like five feet in circumference around the gut. It was sporting a gigantic plaid button-up with sleeves rolled up (with a lot of effort), a leather watch, canvas shoes and sunglasses and overall looking like a trainwreck of an attempt to immitate the casual-californian-young-hip-guy look. It really must have been lacking in brain cells to not realize that nothing that you're wearing matters when you smell like a walking shitbucket.