Fats in Fat Karts at Walmart Jesus, I went to the Walmart by my house to go buy a hairdryer and I saw not one, but three  fatasses riding around in the disabled shopping scooters, you know the ones. They looked like they were mostly in their 20's or 30's (can't tell with beetuscheeks) with perfectly working legs, and yet they made the decision that since they didn't want to perform the strenuous task of pushing a shopping cart around a grocery store, they would just steal the walkarts from the little old paralyzed people who need them. These are the same hoovers who drive around the parking lot for 15 minutes looking for a parking spot close to the entrance so they don't have to walk. I have made a habit of parking at the farthest spot out because at Walmart the furthest spots out are always a no man's land, and I get to enjoy that cool summer breeze. So I guess my question is, how do you get to the point where just walking becomes too much of a chore? DON'T YOU REALIZE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU?!? You were gifted with the body of the greatest animal on this planet, and you just throw it all away because you're a short sighted, selfish glutton that chooses to indulge in garbage food and apathy fed to you by corporate interest that manufacture that shit and make it addictive to take advantage of weak wills.  Tldr; Many fats on scooters