Bloglander

Jeers to the A-holes crossing in front of my car on Fri. night in front of the A-Club. As you looked in my car, you yelled that I was Jabba the Hutt. What a nice thing to say to a 30 something woman minding her own business waiting to pick someone up. I was having an extremely crappy day & you really helped put a nice cap on the evening. I will never understand why "fat" is the last safe prejudice. You would never look in someone's car & yell "Hey, look, it's Aunt Jemima", so why is it ok to make fun of overweight people in public on a daily basis without feeling utterly embarassed? Be careful next time you cross in front of my car & ridicule me,  my slippery "Jabba the Hutt" foot might accidentally slip off of the brake pedal