Entitled Ham at the taxi queue Waiting in line for a taxi after a long flight. There's a hippie ham with a disgustingly over stretched knitted shirt of the flower child variety. It clearly didn't fit her as her back fat was protruding between the threads around her shoulder blades. For sake of efficiency, you might be assigned a taxi 20 to 50 ft away from you- this allows several people at a time to pack their luggage into the taxi and be dispatched as soon as each cab is ready. When the butter beast gets to the front of taxi queue, it indignantly tells the woman operating the queue that it would prefer that the taxi pulls up directly to her. It then goes on to say "I think everyone here would prefer it too." Already frustrated by a snoring, dorito crunching, elbow hogging ham on the plane, I had enough. I say "Actually, I don't mind at all." A fit dude behind me chimes in "Yeah I don't care either."  We glance at each other, exchanging the universal, but subtle, shitlord nod. I didn't feel finished though so I loudly say "I'm not lazy!".  Ham says nothing, not even turning around to acknowledge me- probably because it knows no one is supporting it. Hell, even the taxi operator was fat but still thought the ham was an indignant lazy sloth.   Fucking entitled hams. Please die from the betus soon!