More fats at the grocery store. All my fat encounters happen at the grocery store... So I just spent a long, hectic day at work in a kitchen, and then I remembered I needed to rent a carpet cleaner before our big Halloween party this weekend. I swing in after picking up my husband from his job and approach the service desk to ask for the cleaner.  It's a friend of ours working and we bullshit with him a little. We get it and some hand tools, and start walking out. We're stuck behind this lard beast and her equally beasty children, taking up almost the entire walkway. 3 piggy kids, to be exact, at least 20-30 pounds heavier than they should be, nomming away on candy apples without a single care in the world. This woman is probably 5'9", I'd guess probably 240lbs at least. I can see huge, deep cuts in her hip area where her underwear is creasing into her Crisco ass through her yoga pants, her flip flops flapping away on the linoleum. She waddles slowly and keeps weaving back and forth, and I hate that shit, when all I wanted to do was go home. Her kids are obnoxious, loud and all over the place, she's yelling at them to stick close, stop wandering off, being a fine example for the children, as we know fats are. I'm still following her out the doors, through to parking lot... to my car. She's parked right next to me, on my passenger side. Fuck... I load the carpet cleaner into my car on the driver's side, and not so quietly tell my husband "You may have to crawl in from my side", pointedly looking at her but she's not watching me. He sighs and just goes around the front of the car to get in that way, squeezing his lean self between her door and mine. I'm in a small Neon, she's in a giant SUV that she can barely park. I get in, start up my car, put it in reverse and wait. And wait. And wait some more, my backup lights on, Crisco-ass momma's kids hanging out around my back passenger corner, as she's yelling at them to "get in the fucking car!". I start inching my way backward, not so subtly trying to tell her to get the fuck out of my way so I can leave. I hear her through my car "Holy shit, calm the fuck down!" Not about to take that, I crack my passenger window a bit and yell across my husband "Move your fat ass!" and give her the finger. Husband laughs hysterically. I am fully backed out at this point and she makes a few angry steps toward my car with some choice language, "yeah, fuck you too white ass bitch!", again, making a fine example for her impressionable young piggy kids, who honestly are probably pretty used to it by now.  Fuck, fats are just prime examples of human filth, aren't they? The entitlement, the shitty parenting, apparently -I- should wait for HER to get her shit together before I could back out of my spot. I'm just a little sad that I seemed to have triggered her more being white than I did being skinny. Damn.