Reasons to hate fat people no.604 They get in your personal space all the fucking time.  I was in a popular fast food restaurant the other day queuing for a quick bite to eat on the way to work and I feel this fucking presence behind me, panting and generally smelling the place out. I turn round to almost come face to face with the personification of type 2 diabetes, easily over 20 stones, gender unconfirmed. This pile of fuck then has the fucking cheek to ask if it can go ahead of me because it was "tired" Obviously being British, I have a major hard on for queuing correctly, I politely told it no. I immediately regretted this descison for two reasons. 1 because the faster this sack of meat shovels shit down its gullet the faster it can shuffle off this mortal coil and 2 because it's breath was the breath of 1000 Big Macs and kebabs. At least I didn't have to stare at is arse.