A childhood incounter of the Obeast kind. Okay shitladies and gents, sit down and get comfy, grab some evil diet-culture cucumbers as munchies, because I'm about to tell you a sacred childhood memory (well, legally I'm technically in my childhood since I'm 16, but you get the point.) So, I was around 8 years old. My mother had decided to take me for dinner and a movie with a 12 year old kiddieblimp from my sport (and her equally fat mom). Now, KiddieBlimp was HUGE. Swollen legs, a collection of chins, water-wing arms, the full nine yards. This child could've been a stunt double for the Pilsbury Doughboy. KiddieBlimp gets to decide the restaurant. Of course, she picks A&W. I remember back then, even in my 8 year old mind, I was thinking to myself "Oh, so that's why she's so fat!" Once there, she orders some bacon burger monstrosity (way too much food for a child her age), and goes on about how good it is the whole time. Okay, story isn't sounding too bad yet, right? Just typical obeastery. Ohoho, you just wait. We arrive at the film, and get some food from the concession. The moment the popcorn box slipped into KiddieBlimp's hands, she huffed and puffed her way over to the vegetable oil dispenser, because she 'likes it buttery'. Alright, fair enough, some humans like buttery popcorn too. She puts a little extra oil on it. Then a little more.  And a touch more.  And then.... oh my god she is still pouring it on isn't she? So, by the time she's done getting her popcorn how she likes it (which actually takes a couple minutes, I remember growing somewhat impatient), she isn't having a crunchy snack anymore. Rather, there is now a box of some sort of cursed corn soup. Let me say it again. A BOX. Boxes  tend not to be the best for eating soup out of.  So, after her heart attack snack is prepared, we head into the movie sit down and, predictably, the box starts leaking. Wait, no, leaking isn't the best word to describe it. It is DRIPPING with vegetable oil. It's so bad, in fact, that KiddieBlimp can't even keep it on her lap due to the mess. After (unsuccessfully), trying to plug the leak, she and her mother have to put it on the ground. Of course, once the movie starts and it's time to eat the popcorn, the box is perched right back on her leg mounds again, soaking her clothes as she chows down. When we leave the film, she is covered in oil. I'd say this the incident was the one which first awoke the parts of me that would eventually grow into a shitlady. Despite my "it's just in her genes, be nice to everyone!' upbringing, this event still created a sort of primal digust in me.  Moral of story:  Kids KNOW that fat is disgusting. Society trains it out of them.