Fat entitled to handicapped toilet stall Unfortunately one of my many children had to use the toilet while we were out, so I had to brave the public restroom. I avoided the handicapped stall as it is well known to be the dirtiest. That knowledge, plus reading the stories about how fats use spoons to wipe their ass, or just don't wipe, means I avoid the large stalls.  So my kid finished up and we were washing our hands when two girls, probably 7-8 years old, hurried in and headed for the handicapped stall to go in together. Little kids are almost all scared of the bathroom, especially public bathrooms, so I'm sure they just wanted to be together to make sure no one got eaten by the toilet monster. They got inside and started to close the door...but oh no!  spooky music - a real monster, a fat butterbarge, was headed in directly behind them, bellowing, "That's the handicapped stall, you have to use another one!!!" Guess the handicap? That's right, it's just fat. The small girls scattered out of the stall and towards me in fear as I turned to watch the fatopotomus close the door. It was walking fast, like it was about to crap its pants, and we all know fats eventually get fecal incontinence. I considered saying something but 1) the stall door was already closed, 2) it's clearly beyond shame, and 3) I was 100% sure I would suffer an assault by smell if I did not get out immediately. That's fats.