Conversation goes sour at the airport. First I did NOT single out the fatty to talk to her. I made a general statement to a crowd of people about why the crew for our plane was late, and the same plane was overbooked, (airline was offering a 250 dollar certificate to bail on our 10:05 flight, which turned into an 11:00 pm flight) Fatty decided to start leading the conversation shoving in with all her fierce bulk.  One of her travel stories stuck out, as Tuesday when I flew out my flight landed late and I sprinted across the Toronto airport (I mean all that running training, a 20 pound pack, and I was the fastest moving person/object at that airport). Sorry about digressing. Anyways fatty starts telling a story how she wasn't going to make her flight and she managed to hail one of the carts to pick her up and take her to her gate so she would be there on time. And how the driver said "we aren't supposed to take gate runners" but by god she got him to do it anyways! She sounded so proud, she got to her gate on a massive Scootypuff puff with a driver on time. We are all aware how fast those carts move right? Like maybe 1-2 miles per hour... how can you sound so fucking proud hitching a ride on one of these speed demons?