Fat asses are out en masse today. And apparently trying to kill me. (This got kinda long, sorry.) I dropped my husband off at work then went to the grocery store for some necessities. I've barely driven into the parking lot before this minivan piloted by a mini moon just backs out without looking and nearly takes me out. I park, start walking into the store and, yet again, another mini moon backs out in her sedan without even looking behind her and nearly runs me over. It's broad daylight, early afternoon, bright sunny day, not like it was bad visibility or anything. Guess all the fat in their faces disrupts their vision. I manage to dodge most of the fats in the store, only having to bob and weave around their mass a few times. Why do they always, ALWAYS have to stop in main walkways or doorways to check their phone, talk, just fucking stand there? It makes me want to take them out at the knees and watch them flail on the ground like a turtle turned on its back. Trying to leave the store, I nearly collide head-on with, yet another, mini van driven by a male planet driving on the wrong side of the road, apparently thinking nothing of it and mean-mugging ME as he drove by as if it were MY fault. By the time I get home I'm kind of anxious and wound up, so I decide to take a walk to burn off some of the tension. I walk down to another grocery store to indulge myself in some crappy Valentine's candy (I'm a sucker for those little conversation hearts). The entire width of the Valentine's aisle is occupied by a husband and wife fatass and their mini-fat spawn in their cart. Like, I honestly couldn't get around them, they took up the ENTIRE aisle. So I whipped around the next aisle and came back on the other side, on a quest for my hard-packed sugary indulgence. I find them on the top shelf, blocked by Planet Family. They both see me, Mother Planet eyes me up and down with a visible sneer (this happens constantly, so I'm used to it), and she slowly inches her cart forward. I occupy myself looking at other things, not willing to give up my society-given space again, and this bitch actually HITS ME with her cart. Not hard, but enough to let me know that I was in her way and she wanted me to move. I'm still kinda twitchy with anxiety, and my anxiety expresses itself as anger and irritation, so I stare at this bitch and all she says is "Oops, didn't see ya there! Tee Hee!" Her beta-husband had enough shame to look embarrassed at her behavior and actually apologized under his breath, but I chose to just give her the most evil look I could muster because if I spoke, I'd probably have just started screaming. She makes a big show of deliberately moving around me, her husband following, and I get a look at their cart. The entire bottom of it is full of Valentine's chocolate. Don't these stupid asses know the big mark down on their shit chocolate isn't until Monday? I grab my $1 bag of hearts and high-tail it out of there.  Half a block from home, I cut through a strip mall parking lot. I make sure to keep an eye on my surroundings, having nearly been squished several times today, and I notice a car has slowed down and I assume it's for me to pass in front. Just as I start to, the car starts moving again and slams on its breaks just before it actually hits me. I look at the driver and it's, of course, yet ANOTHER fat fucking piece of shit and it's smaller spawn. This bitch has the audacity to start screaming and yelling at me, throwing it's hands around as if I did something wrong. I've just had enough at this point, so I kicked her bumper, screamed back, gave her the finger, and moved on. This bitch then gets out of the car and starts yelling at me to "get back here, you bitch!", as if she were going to fight me or something. I told it to go fuck itself, at least one "fat fuck" left my mouth before I just moved on again, and she drove off in the other direction. Not even enough commitment to fight me, when she started it. I fucking hate fat people. Every time I leave the house, if something happens, it's pretty much always a fat ass who ruins my day.