Got my portion of ham for the month. Since I live in one of the european cities with the lowest average BMI, I'm fairly spared any confrontation with hams. But today I was not so lucky. Minor incidents, compared to what some of you guys face, but even more enraging, seeing this is more and more common, even in my town.  I dropped by starbucks to get my fix of caffeine for today. The cashier was a bubble of lardy. I went on to order, latte, with origin espresso, soy milk... Then it smirked and sighed at soy milk, for whatever reason? There are only fat people with attitudes in service! I went on to ask for less milk and the same amount of coffee, cause I don't like black coffee. It looked at me, confused. I said: Just as usual, but only fill in half the milk. It got an even bigger attitude, loudly proclaiming to the petite barista next to her "Milk, just until HERE." And eyed me weirdly. Wtf? Ok, I paid, got my coffe and left for my train.  All on time, took a nice booth, relaxed with my coffee. But right as the train was about to leave, a god dammn fucking moon, double the size of the first ham encounter, blopped right across me. Holy hell. It wore makeup, looked like mid 50 but probably was 20 years younger (cause it actually wouldn't make it to 50 like that...) and slouched in the seat. When doing so, her belly almost touched her third chin and when it spread its legs in those too tight jeans a fucking smell hit me. The smell of feces. And I tell you, I have hayfever, my nose was all clogged, but that smell reached me. You know the distinct smell of entering a barhroom stall after someone left a massive business there... That. On a train. In public. From it's grotesque crotch.  Ok. I was irritated, tried waving the smell aside with the newspaper next to me, but it didn't help. disgusted, I looked at it and stood up to switched seats, a good bit away.