Spotted my first deathfat on a scooter today! We are very blessed in Scandinavia. Although around half of the population is no longer human, most of them are not obese. In my city of 350 000, the deathfats are so few that everyone knows who they are (not by name though, no one talks to them). One of them usually rides a bike veeery slowly for example, and everyone knows the "bike fat". I'll try to snap a picture next time I see it. But I have never, ever, seen anyone except old people on a scooter. Until today. There I was, minding my own business, on my way to pick up eggplants from the grocery store after a late workout. I was nearing the entrance when my peripheral vision spotted something heading my way from the garage. At first, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The thing was almost double this (I don't even know how it's possible, but I swear it was so fucking HUGE) and it's mass floated around on the scooter like an actual Jabba. I kind of just stopped to stare at it. I must have been traumatized or something because my memory of this experience seems to be blocked in parts. Not for my life can I remember what it was wearing apart from a tent-sized ski jacket which could easily have housed me, my sis, and baby bro. But it didn't go around Jabbas massive midsections (typo, but I'll leave it) and would probably rip before it zipped. You see these? I'm not fluent in freedom units, but I bet they are at least 3 - 4 feet wide. The scooter could get through, but Jabba's... I don't know, hips? Thighs? Stomachs? Something rubbed against the sides. How could someone be so wide? How is it even possible? I kinda woke up from my horror and walked beside it into the store to get a better look, when the smell hit me. It was so freaking horrible and unimaginable, and I was even in the other lane while it had clothes on! How the fuck does it not pass out from those fumes!? The thought had crossed my mind of following it to snap a pic and get some upvoats, but that stench... I just couldn't do that to myself. Of course it rolled past the fruit and vegs, and I didn't pursue. I giggled to myself (since I could see it was heading for the cookies), and then I almost gagged. The stench lingered. Do you americans encounter this on a daily basis? How do you cope?