How do fats get their kids in and out of the car? I'm genuinely curious. There have been so many times where someone parks right on the line next to me and it is always on the side with my son's carseat. I'm small so I can fit in the tight space and just open the door enough for my son to fit through. It is mildly inconvenient at most. This happened the other day at Costco and the thought hit me... how the hell do the fatasses do it? I'm sure a good handful of them are "disabled" so they use the handicap parking, but still.