Fat people really don't respect boundaries, do they? So I guess this is kind of a continuation of a side discussion in a story posted by /u/MotoMedic yesterday titled "Obeasts don't respect personal space".  Here's that story: https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/comments/766702  In it, he complains about a hamorous fem-fatty who can't take a hint.  It's a decent read.  It'll get your blood boiling, and the way he dealt with it was pretty good. As a response to his story, I shared some of my own frustrations about people bothering me when I'm out with my bicycle.  Well, it just happened to me two more times within the space of a few minutes.   First, some asshole passes me on the road as I'm out for some hot coffee, circles around, comes back and parks and gets out like he's going to go in the mini-mart I'm in front of with my bike.  Then as he's at the fucking door, he turns to me and launches out of nowhere into "that's a nice bike" and starts talking to me about his moped collection with no pause at all.  I didn't even have time to respond.  This was one of your skinnyfat types.  Big around the middle, but thin looking otherwise.  Like a bowling pin with legs.  The whole time I'm thinking "maybe if you took the motor off and pedaled, you wouldn't be sporting a gut".  After I let this fucking weirdo rant for about a minute, he bends down and starts putting his hands all over my bike.  That's the point I told him to stop and to not touch my bike.  But almost like out of spite, as he's appologizing, he touches my front fender with his finger for no apparent reason.  Then he starts rambling on about his Trek bike and then from there bikes in general, as I'm basically just slowly moving away with my bike trying to give him the hint.  At the first available moment of silence, I wave and say "have a nice night" and I hopped on my bike and got the fuck away from him. Here's where it really gets weird/creepy.  Not 30 seconds later as I'm at the intersection waiting for the light, I look back and there he is in his car right behind me.  He must have just got right back in his car instead of going in the store.  The fucker followed me to the intersection.  What.  the. fuck.  Now, I've got my arm out signalling a turn through the intersection.  This guy isn't signalling, so he's intending to go straight.  Even though I'm in the bike lane, I'm in front of him.  That means he has to wait for me to turn.  Does he?  He rolls down his window and blows by me as soon as the light changes, yelling something unintelligible out the window. "Whatever, that's over at least", I reassured myself.  I was wrong.  I needed to get some bottled water, so I pulled into a supermarket.  I'm just taking off my helmet when up comes a clearly obese old guy and his ham wife, and they're flanking me from both sides.  Behind me is the store, and in front of me is a large column which my bike is leaning against.  So now I'm fucking sandwiched and forced to talk to them.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xF0cGt5-69k The male says to me how great I look and asks me what I'm doing out in the dark and the cold.  After what just happened not a minute earlier, I am not having any more of this.  So I just stare blankly at him for a moment and then say "I don't know you.".  Well, it turns out these guys live in my neighborhood and I've never actually seen them up close, so they at least have somewhat of an excuse for coming up to me like that.  But it also means I actually do have to talk to them now.  Politely.  Dammit.  Once it's established that I've realized who they are and I've explained to them what just happened to me as the reason for my cold reaction, the male, being unable to give a fuck about anything besides what he wants to say, immediately starts talking about how thin I am and about how he's always seeing me on my bike and how it must be the reason, to which I reply that you can't out-exercise a bad diet, and that I'm mostly just riding my bike for my own enjoyment at this point, that I have a car but it sits unused and it's nice not having to make insurance payments on it, blah blah.  That's when fem ham gets defensive and asks if I'm saying she needs to go on a diet. Well, obviously, yes.  She needs to go on a diet.  But at no prior point did I say that or even speak directly to her.  They came up to me and started a conversation about my weight, and now she's getting defensive.  That's rich. So as I'm trying very hard to be polite at this point, I simply say that I wouldn't presume to tell someone else how to take care of their own body.  It's partially true.  I wouldn't.  Not in polite conversation, in situations that require civility, aka situations where shitlording would come back on me in a negative way.  It has to do with the old saying that you "don't shit where you live", which is true.  It's a bad idea.  So anyway, the conversation goes on about diet and I said something about cutting out fatty foods and getting rid of refined sugar and simple carbs like white bread, and she says "that's what I did". What?  This is you after a diet?!  You're still a whale, lady!  It took every ounce of will for me not to react to that comment.  Well I think at this point, male ham had figured out this was probably inappropriate and not going to go well if it went on any longer, because that's when he decided it was time for them to leave me alone.  Thank fucking god.   I was finally able to get my water and get out and get home in peace.  Fucking christ...