Wedding Pigs Went to a wedding and diner reception last night. Remarkably few fat things but at the reception there was a huge whale and her slightly smaller co-whale at our table. It was assigned seating and somehow our table was one person too many. Because of the whale taking up two seats and because of the mysterious uninvited extra, settings had to be added at each end.  Of course everyone was wondering who had tagged along uninvited for this very expensive dinner. And of course due to the stupidity and indiscretion of the she-ham, it was revealed. The she-ham had found a he-ham on tinder and invited him along for a first date. And what better way to lure a fat out than with a free 4-course wedding meal with lots of cake.  They were socially shamed of course but didn't notice because of food, lots of delicious food.  However reality always rules. The reception was held on top of a very old 30-story building with direct access only by ancient elevators, elevators with strict weight limits and strict elevator operators.  As the reception was ending and we were lining up for the elevators, the operators were carefully eyeballing the guests so as not to overload each car.   Most cars were packed with 6-8 guests but when the two hams arrived at the front of the line, the operator said they couldn't travel in the same lift. They'd have to split up and ride with two other selected people. She-ham was of course insulted and bitched. The operator just pointed to the weight limit sign and the sign for the stairwell. He said, 'It's your choice.' She chose the elevator of course but no one would ride down with her. The last I saw of her was the doors closing on her pouting face. The he-ham, either to avoid further public embarrassment or to dump her without possibility of pursuit, headed back to the bar. TL;DR: Public fat shaming by gravity.