A death fat and his father. So, this just happened. I'm in the lobby of my condo waiting for my carpool ride to work, when a death fat and what I presume to be his elderly father (he looks like he's 65 or 70) enter the lobby from outside.  The death fat is huffing and wheezing and puffing (he's probably my height at 6'1 but is pushing 400+lbs and is maybe 30 years old at most) and carrying TWO whole bags of groceries. He's practically fucking dying. Behind him his elderly father (who is normal sized) is carrying like 7 or 8 bags of groceries and not even exerting himself. He looks tired and like he wishes he never had this failure of a child.  Thin privilege is being 65 or 70 years old and being able to out perform your 30ish year old son at mundane tasks like taking the fucking groceries into your home. Fucking fats. Edit: Death fat also had the most nasily, annoying whiny voice fucking ever. It made me want to punch him for existing.