Lardass on scooter nearly ran over my wife. Came up from behind in the mall. After the collision my wife reflexively said sorry because at first glance a mobility scooter equals "disabled" and she gives the benefit of the doubt too easily, but as the morbid piece of shit rolled on without any acknowledgment or pause whatsoever it became clear from the gargantuan puddle of bagged oil that it was perfectly abled, and the super entitled glutton was on a path to the next buffet. Can't blame this one on niggers, it was of a pale complexion, like an overstuffed gollum.