I triggered a fatty this morning when I dropped my daughter off at preschool and picked her up to give her a "high hug" (a hug while I'm I'm holding her - she's an average-sized 5 year old, and I think she's pretty light, but apparently those with cundishuns can't pick up their preschoolers). I got a fantastic death stare - and the fat was male. Of course, this is the same fat that is trying to intimidate me with his big, bad Infiniti SUV, parking super-close to me. Have at it - my car is a beat-up piece of tin, and the front bumper is being held in place with gorilla glue.