Yet another fat on a plane I'm back in Hamerica for the summer, and I'm wandering around the country a bit to see as much of my family as I can. As you beautiful people all know, traveling in the states is rough... the odds of sitting next to another human are slim (tee hee). Sure enough, on one of the plane rides, I found myself sitting next to a giant former female. Gross. I flashed it a look of disgust, but the plane was full and there was nowhere to run.  When the flight attendants came down the aisle with drinks and snacks, I asked for a water with no ice and a bag of pretzels. The ham looked at me, and then ordered the exact same thing. I guess it must have been too shamed by my presence to order some type of beetus juice! I decided to see how far this ham would go in copying what I do. I drank my water quickly, but I left my pretzels on the tray table. The ham did the same. I just pulled out my book and started reading, still not touching the pretzels. The ham became a bit twitchy, and played with its bag of pretzels. The fat turned it over, and read the labels, and so CLEARLY wanted to dig in....but it didn't. I was very amused at this point, so I eventually decided to take it one step further. I grabbed my bag of pretzels (the ham got very excited and grabbed its bag too), looked at it, and then put it in my purse under the seat. With a tangible look of dismay, the ham did the exact same thing.  I hate sitting next to fats, but I enjoyed the crap out of shaming one with my mere presence. I bet that after we landed, it hid in an airport bathroom and cried as it finally ate the pretzels and drank some kind of sugary liquid.