Fat Already Planning Its Scootypuff A recent post here reminded me of a femayo I used to work with. She was around late 30s, early 40s, 5'5"-ish, and easily 300+ lbs. Loud voice, messy desk (seriously, when it left there were rings of sticky crumbs sillouetting where the monitor/cpu/desk organizer/etc sat), and the I-want-to-talk-to-the-manager haircut. It had a long list of perpetual foot and knee problems and would never, ever, ever take the stairs. One day puffer's elderly mother took a tumble and wound up renting a scootypuff. I have no idea if said mother was a fat or not, but whatever, okay. The next thing I hear puffer talking about though, is how she plans to "borrow" the rented scooter to run around whale-mart, as a test run for herself! This blob has decided already that it is inevitably going to get so fat it will one day be immobile, and has resigned itself to a scootypuff at age 40-ish! Time to start shopping around! There are certain things about getting older that are inevitable. Going gray, for instance. Having to choose more sensible footwear, at some point. Wrinkles. But the idea that aging = scootypuff. This blows my mind.