Deathfat at my gym takes a 1.5-hour break So there's this deathfat who goes to my gym, he's probably around 50 and looks like he's on his deathbed but has somehow continued to survive for the last six or so months that I first became aware of his existence - probably only thanks to his meager attempts at physical activity. He only goes to the pool, which I don't go to, and I've never seen him covered in shitstains or doing other disgusting fatty shit, so I don't really give him much thought other than "woah, still alive" every time I see him.  I came in today and he was sitting on a bench outside the gym (I've never actually seen him walk, only sit on different benches in/outside the gym). I went in, did a pretty long workout that took about an hour and forty-five minutes from start to finish. Imagine my surprise when I am about to exit the doors of the Temple of Brodin when I recognize a familiar bulbous silhouette outside in the twilight. My first thought was "holy crap, he DIED on that bench!" so I picked up the pace and walked up there - only to see him alive and well. He had been sitting on that goddamn bench for almost two hours!  I walked to my car trying to find ways to rationalize this - maybe he was waiting for a ride and the person ran into some problem? The handibus broke down? Then as I drove through the gym parking lot, I spotted a LIFTED truck with the deathfat in question halfway in the driver's seat (!!!), doing that fatty thing where they leave one ham hock hanging out the door and catch their breath for a few minutes before they gather all their might to haul it into the vehicle so they can actually close the door.  So, 1) he sat outside on the bench for two hours (why?) 2) he DRIVES somehow 3) he has a LIFTED truck when he weighs at least 500 at a height of something like 5'8"-5'10" (never seen him standing, but he doesn't look tall). What? Why? Any theories?