Fat disrupts my movie I go to the movies maybe twice a year. I finally go to see something I’m excited for and a fatass causes problems.  So my theater makes you pick assigned seats. I bought my tickets the night before, so I show up and go to my row. Behold, a planetary fat has decided my seat is the best one (it was the exact center of the row) and is occupying it. My husband says politely, that sorry we have seat A1, and she’s in it. She gets that bitchy whine and snaps “yeah, I have seat A2 and A3”. He replies calmly that the seat she’s in is A1. She starts to come back with a nasty attitude and that’s when I shine my phone flashlight on the seat number and the surrounding people stare at her. She mutters an embarrassed excuse and puts the automatic recline back up, so we have to sit and watch her slowly heave up. I forgot to mention that she dumped an entire mega bucket of popcorn right in front of the seat so I’m standing in a pile of her popcorn while the seat can barely come to upright. She moves over one seat and proceeds to try to make small talk conversation to smooth over the fact she stole my seat, dumped tons of popcorn on the floor and disrespected my husband. Small talk goes like this: “it’s really hot in here”. I pulled out my cardigan. It’s fricken cold in the movie theater unless you have a BMI of 67. She took up my entire armrest with her upper arm which was the size of a grown woman’s thigh. I had to put my purse on my recliner because of her popcorn mess and had to occupy only half of my seat because she was spilling over into mine. I just hate fat people. They are so inconsiderate.