Chapter 1: In which a fat ruins my post-workout bliss I am not the kind of person to let things get me down. I have a very simple set of needs that once met keep me relatively happy. For example, Wednesday night workouts. Every Wednesday, I give myself extra me time in the form of gym time. I warm up with a 5 mile run. I then take a spin class at the gym followed by teaching a body pump class. Body Pump is my happy place. Then I grab a tea at the shop across the street and head home. I walk into the cafe, still a tad sweaty but enjoying that warm post-workout feeling, and make my way to the counter. I begin ordering when I hear a strange garbling sound near me. I turn around and the smell hits me. He's about two feet away, at least 350 lbs, and it takes a minute for me to realize that the garbling was him speaking.  "You have money for a coffee?" I'm disgusted and hand him the only money I had, a few crumpled bills. All I wanted was for him to leave. I expect him to pay for a coffee with it. But the lumbering lard turns and waddles out of the shop, oozing past the doors. "He's gonna go buy drugs with that, honey" the girl behind the counter informs me. I'm thoroughly disgusted. Not only did he interrupt me rudely, but then he didn't even thank me and then lumbered away. Then one of the employees starts talking to the girl that took my order. "Oh is that the guy that was digging through the garbage earlier? Yeah he came in here and destroyed the bathroom like an hour ago. Didn't even buy anything." As the girl behind the counter hand me my tea, I couldn't help but quip, "I mean, let's be honest. The guy doesn't look like he's starving"