Terrible Parenting, Christmas Concert, and Bonus Stories Okay, now that we have the Christmas Party out of the way...I can start talking about the OTHER instances of fats I have seen.  I have two for you in this version of "What The Fuck", and two bonus stories. Story 1 As I was signing into the school one day (in September), I had to sit down in one of the chairs to wait for the doors to be unlocked.  They have to buzz you in.  I was fairly bored waiting (~20 minutes), and roaming on voat the whole time. Then, I heard a kid having a major meltdown.  I glanced up and this is what I saw.  Kidlet  Kid can't be much more than 2 years old, as it was barely walking (either from being overweight or just age) and not talking - just making baby noises.  No, those are NOT snow pants.  Those are sweats, on a kid, and this kid fills them out (it was around 85 degrees).  The mom herself was also overweight, and had the baby seat next to her with another pudgey kid (like 5 lbs overweight on a 7 month old kid).  I couldn't get a good one of the mom or the baby, though. Kid was screaming and being a brat.  Fits are nothing new to me.  But, this time it was enough that even I couldn't tune it out.  Full on screaming, rolling on the ground, etc.  The mom didn't even try to calm the kid down until the very end, she basically ignored it's fits while she did whatever.  (This is a pet peeve of mine, handle your shit in public and don't force your kids on others.) Then she says a dreaded line:  "If you calm down, I'll take you to get ice cream after this."  The kid calmed down instantly.  There is no reason to offer a reward to your already overweight kid, when they are having a fit.  I was flabbergasted. Oh...and the best part was:  The mom was there to tell the school that her kid would be absent the next day.  She could have just called.  Instead, she forced herself on the school and her kid made a massive scene. I've now seen the circle of fatness in the school.  This is why kids are fat in schools, bad parenting. Story 2 My oldest did a concert the other day.  (Yay...parenting...so much fun!)  We arrived around an hour and a half early.  I had some things to take care of before the Christmas party, so I was there super early and basically never left the school.  We were told to wait in the cafeteria by the principal.  So we wait in the cafeteria. Apparently, this wasn't good enough for majority of the parents/fats (really they were all fat) who wanted to "cut the line" of waiting.  Most of them waited in the hallway for the doors to be opened.  Whatever, my kid has to pee anyways.  I'll let her pee and take my rightful spot at the front. Get inside to the auditorium, and we get a seat a row back from the front.  I'm sitting behind some really tall kids and talking to my husband.  Those kids get up to move, and I tell my husband we're moving up.  I jump out of my seat and slide up a row.  My kid sits next to me on one side, I throw my purse onto the other side for my husband's seat, and while my husband is moving to sit down a huge woman gets up in my face. (This is roughly 2 minutes after I had sat down, my husband went around the long way as he couldn't slide in between the chairs like I can - yay for being small!) She's looming over me and makes a comment about wanting to sit in my seat. Her:  "I'm sitting there."  (lots of huffing and puffing, like she ran to get to the seat) Points to MY seat, not my husband's seat, MINE. Me: "We were here first, and my husband is sitting in the only empty seat next to me."  Points to husband who is half sitting, half standing now Her: "It's fine.  It's not like it's a big deal anyways." Says this to some fat woman behind me, I think her friend.  "Fuck you." Me: "No, it's not.  We were here first.  Next time get here first, and you can have the seat.  We were here an hour and a half early, you weren't." Her: "Skinny bitches." Mutters some more shit to her friend, I didn't quite catch it all I glanced behind me, and our original seats were still empty.  She sat down in those.  I'm a small person (really short), so she could easily see over myself and my kidlet.  She just felt entitled to have those seats because she said so.  This is not the first time I've had issues with people trying to take my seats from me, while I'm sitting in them. Bonus Story #1 When I was pregnant with #3, I attended a Halloween parade (this was before we moved).  I was around 7 months pregnant at the time and severely waddling.  I had broken my hip a few months earlier, but it was a good day and used just the crutches to attend the parade.  I was sitting down on an edge of the wall with my husband and best friend on either side of me.  My two oldest were actually in the parade, so no kidlets got to see this go down.  Thankfully.  We arrived around 45 minutes early to get good seats and my huge butt out of the car.  It took a lot of work to just get to a sitting position, and it was extremely painful. Fat grandmother walks up to us, and demands my husband move over so that she can sit in between my husband and I.  Yeah.  Not going to happen.  (This happens a lot, for some reason people think my husband is NOT my husband.  So, they have no problem trying to sit between us.) Me: "He's not moving." Her: "I want that seat." Me: "I'm currently pregnant and on crutches, we're not moving." Her: "I don't care if you're pregnant.  That doesn't entitle you to the best seat.  I've had 2 kids of my own and I'm here to watch my granddaughter." Me: "I don't care who you came to watch, my husband and I aren't moving just because you showed up late." A few more words were said, mostly along the lines of how selfish I supposedly am.  She walked off at this point....and stood next to my best friend.  This is where she really fucks up, as she starts a conversation with him.  He's a huge shitlord and doesn't take anyone's shit.  He'd defend me and protect me til his last dying breath.  (Plus, he had to help carry me and was definitely not going to rearrange me so this bitch could sit)  She apparently was super angry at me and wanted to make a scene. (Another pet peeve: don't make scenes at the kids' schools) Her: "Can you believe that?!  She wouldn't give up her seat! How dare she act that way!" Him: "She was very polite to you, and I'd appreciate it if you would not talk badly about her in front of me." Her: "Well, I never!" Him: "You shouldn't just demand things from people and expect them to give in to you.  If you'd like a good seat in the future, show up early, like we did.  Now, we're going to watch the parade and I'm going to pretend like I didn't just hear you bad talk her for no reason." She got really quiet after that. Bonus Story #2 I was at yet another concert a year or so ago, also before we moved.  So hang in there while I attempt to remember the conversations.  Pregnant with #4.  This time in my wheelchair.  We had to arrive a good hour and 15 minutes early, so that I could get myself situated.  This required getting out of the car, into the school, moving a chair out of the way (whenever we show up, hubby always helps set up the chairs in the room), and settling my infant son in front of me. We were sitting in the front row, again, but more in the middle for the best view possible (there was an empty aisle running down the middle).  This time my wheelchair is taking up the space of a chair.  I'm chatting with my husband about how my son keeps throwing up on me, when this HUGE fat bitch walks in.  I've seen her before, and have many stories about her.  (She's the one that spread the original rumor that I was a teen mom and a slut, around the school and through all of the parents.  I'm obviously not a teen mom nor a slut.  I'm not a huge fan and avoid her at all costs.) She sits next to me. Her: "Slide over.  I need to sit there, I can't see." Me: "No.  We were here first and I can't just slide down.  I'm in a wheelchair." Her: "I don't care!  I need that spot!  Move over!" I started ignoring her at this point.  After her daughter was finished performing, the kid decided to lay across her mom's lap.  Sideways.  As in her head or her feet were randomly in MY lap, as the kid wouldn't stay in one spot for very long.  The kid also thought it was absolutely hysterical to kick me in my side (when pregnant and my hip fucked up) through the wheelchair, at regular intervals.  Oh, I was pissed. Me: "You're hitting me.  Please stop." Her: to her daughter "Oh just ignore her.  She's just a dumb slut." I went full beta at this point, and tried to manage my pain.  I caught some of it on video, including my partial confrontation of her where she told me to relax.  You can see the screen shake with every hit I got, some harder than others.  At one point I dropped my phone, when I got kicked too hard.  I have part of it all on video for you all to see. (Was going to give my husband the camera, but he was holding my son at the time) Her kid basically was making fun of all of the songs that were being done (kids were working on harmonizing that year) and being general assholes talking louder than I could hear the singing. This would would become the bane of my existence for the rest of the year that we lived there.  She was head of the PTA (which was equally as worthless), and basically just a bitch.  She used to do things like bring her dog onto school grounds so kids would pet it, and give her attention, without a leash.  It attacked a kid one day (nothing major), and then she was specifically told not to bring her dog onto school property anymore.  (They weren't originally allowed, but she broke the rules) My husband says I'm a magnet for fatties.  He's right.