I wasn't sure what to do this week. It was time for an edition of "Awful Fat Guy of the Week" but I didn't have any one in mind. Then I saw something, two things actually, at Target and my mind was made up. This isn't a post about one person, it's a post about a type of person. This week I'll be looking at two types of Fat Guys (people) that don't how to respect the Fat.

In case you're wondering "Respect the Fat" is a term I came up with. It means to treat yourself with respect. To realize that you are big and to dress and act accordingly. This is to safeguard yourself from ridicule. The people below do not do this and so I'm going to talk about them. But it's okay, since I'm fat I can do that.

So what type of person earned my ire this week?

I was at Target a few days ago. I saw a man carrying a case of Pepsi Cans. He carried this item to a price scanner. I didn't think much of this until I saw him, later, sitting in a Target Store Mobility Scooter. This part of the post is about lazy fat people, who ride around in Store Mobility scooters.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "You can't make fun of the disabled!" Firstly, FUCK YOU, yes I can. Secondly, that's not what I'm doing. I fully understand that some people have gone so far out of control that they are no longer able to walk on their own.

At my biggest I was broaching that. The first time I went to my local Target, I realized that just walking around in that store was too much for me. There were times I had to kneel down to catch my breath. It's one of the things that spurred on my weight loss. I'm still fat, very fat, but I can walk, climb a few flights of stairs, do a bit of strenuous activity, and generally move about without feeling like death. I don't know how much actual weight I've loss, I was and still am to heavy for a normal scale, but I do know I've lost a little over 10 inches off my waist.

What I'm saying is that I see people, the elderly and disabled, in Target all the time. I have no problem with them riding mobility scooters. Their own scooters. My problem is with the people who walk (Key word "WALK") into the store. See those scooters and decide "Fuck walking, I'm going to ride this!".

That is the Fat Guy (person) I'm talking about. The type of lazy, disrespectful, uncaring (Those scooters are there for people who have real disabilities.), and rude individuals who see no problem with taking advantage.

When I see a fat person in one of those scooters, without a walker or cane strapped to it, I get very angry. If you don't need a cane, a walker, or a scooter to get to the store. Your FAT ASS can walk around the Mother Fucker.

But no. You decided that you didn't feel like it. You convinced yourself that it was there for you because the small of your back, your knees, or your ankles hurt. Well guess what? A lot of people have pain. They deal with it. What you're doing is wrong and it makes us (fat people) look bad.

There is not one fat person in the world who hasn't felt the stares of others. The quiet judgment and rude gestures. We deal with it because being fat is our own fault and sometimes (surprisingly) choice. We carry ourselves with dignity and grace. That's what I do. I walk with my head held high. I don't waddle, I don't limp, I don't heave. I walk. Even when I was so big walking was an ordeal I still did it.

One time, I went to the pharmacy for my mother. She needed her medication and wasn't up to getting it herself. If you've read some of my first posts you might know why. Anyway, It was the middle of summer and somewhere around 100 degrees outside. The pharmacy was one (1) avenue away. I specify avenue because in New York a city block isn't a perfect square. It's more like a rectangle. The long side is an avenue.

I got to the pharmacy just fine. On the way back I had trouble breathing. I had to stop halfway and catch my breath. I felt like death. I didn't sit in the street or call for help, I just took a minute. When I got home, to my building. When I was out of sight. That's when I sat, on the steps, and took a few moments.

That is what you do if you respect yourself. You don't let the world see your weakness,  your shame. You suck it up and make it to a private area and then you fall apart.

What I'm saying is these people, the Mobility Scooter Frauds, don't do that. They flaunt their weakness, their excesses, their vice. They revel in it. They sit there with their fat faces daring people to judge them. Ready to croak out some stupid line about body shaming and bullying.

You know what? No.

If you need that chair than use it, I won't judge. But if you don't. If you can walk into that store and then when you're done stand up from that chair and walk out. If you can do that and still use the chair. I have every right and in fact every reason to judge you.

The problem is I won't just judge you. The 'I' here being society and not me in specific. I'll judge you and all the people like you. All fat people.

That's the problem. Doing what you're doing, reflects badly on all of us. I've been in that situation where I'm standing next to one of those people and get stares. More, and more hostile than normal. It sucks.

I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm walking around, being careful not to be in anybody's way or walk too slowly, and yet I am getting judged because a giant sack of shit is too lazy to get around on their own giant legs.

It pisses me off.

What's worse is that what they are doing is putting other people out. Imagine if you will, an elderly woman. She get's around with a walker. Normally, her daughter helps her go shopping but today she's out on her own. She lives only a block away from the store and needs just a few things. But she's a little forgetful and isn't sure exactly were everything is and it's a big store. The staff aren't much help since it's hard to find anyone in certain sections.

She figure's it'll be okay though. The store has those mobility scooters. Now, this woman doesn't go out that much so she doesn't have one herself. But in a situation like this, having to make her way through such a large store, she knows that using one will be very helpful.

                                             
So, she walks into the store and, low an behold, the scooters are all gone. What happened?

I'll tell you what happened. A bunch of lazy Fat Guys (people) have decided to use them. They don't actually need them, but they don't want to walk. Now this poor old woman, who just came to the store for milk and paper towels ,has to wander around on her arthritic knees for the next 20 minutes. Meanwhile a couple of Fat Fucks are riding around like morons.

That is just Awful.

The other type of Fat Guy I want to talk about is much less hateful. This guy isn't doing anything to inconvenience anyone but he is doing something to make himself look bad.

                              

I was at the store and I saw a guy working on a display. He was fat. He had a work shirt (unbuttoned) over an un-tucked T-shirt. As he moved I noticed that you could see the bottom of his stomach. He was flashing his belly.

That's right, the other type of Awful Fat Guy is "Exposed Stomach" guy.

Before I go on I want to make something clear. In the Mobility section I kept adding gender neutral nouns after the word "Guy". The reason for that is the people who use the Mobility Scooters the most are actually Fat Women. I don't want to do a post about Fat Women, specifically since this series is called "Awful Fat Guy" and this is something done by fat men as well. I won't be using those words in this section because it's not my place to publicly judge fat women. I'll do it in private but not on a public forum. I'll leave that to other people.

Back to "Exposed Stomach" guy. I'm much less mad at him. He isn't hurting anyone, other than small children who will be scared by what they see. What he is doing, is confusing me.

I know, he knows his stomach is showing. He can't not know. When you're fat, your stomach is something you are always aware off. It's in your way, it makes you feel bad, it talks to you (it does), and it's even helpful (It's like a third hand.) at times. So you are always aware of it. There is no way a Fat Guy wouldn't know his stomach was exposed.

So, what the hell is "Exposed Stomach" guy doing? Maybe he's one of those guys who just doesn’t care. Maybe he's okay with himself and couldn't care less about what anyone else thinks. That‘s good and all but this guy was working. Being carefree out the window when you're on the job. Once you punch in you care, otherwise you lose your job.

If it's not a statement, then maybe it's to attract. There are a lot of weird people in the world, I'm sure that there are a few that find "fat guy stomachs" attractive. I mean there are people who with amputee fetishes so there have to be some who are into fat guy bellies.

I did not just compare having sex with a fat guy to having sex with an amputee. I compared wanting to do things to stumps to wanting to things to bellies.

Either way those are not the people you want to have sex with. Perverts with odd fetishes are rarely attractive.

So if it's not a statement or to attract, than what could it be? I think it's a sign of having given up. Which is a different type of not caring. Maybe "Exposed Stomach" guy really doesn't care, in a broader sense.

It's not that he doesn't care about what you think, but that he doesn't care period. He's just on auto pilot. The clothes don't fit, his stomach is out, he has bills to pay, and he hates his life. It's the type of indifference that leads his  body being found in an apartment 10 years after he died.

Actually, the more I talk about "Exposed Stomach" guy the less I hate him. I'm starting to pity him. Someone, not me, has to find him and tell him everything is going to be alright, and to buy a bigger shirt.

Okay, I've gone off topic here. Let's wrap up. Fat Guys (people) who walk into a department store and use one of the mobility scooters, when they don't need to, are Awful. "Exposed Stomach" guy is probably suicidal so I'm giving him a pass.

That's all for this week. Next week I'll be back with an Awesome Fat Guy. See you then.