Originally Posted by
indyfabz
A pie with an identify crisis, but it sounds good.
When I rode across the country I went to a county fair outside of Bowling Green, OH. Somewhere at home I have a photo of two rather large folks standing in front of the Pork-a-Lean shack. I also have a photo of two teens riding in high in a convertible during a parade. The girl is gushing and waving to the crowd like she's the queen of the fair. The guy is looking straight at the camera with a face that says "Please get me out of here."
Yesterday, as we were pulling out of our alley, I saw an obese person rolling out their driver's side door, having just parked, Big Gulp in hand. It made me physically recoil. We've been making my son walk a lot more in the last couple weeks, in anticipation of the Fair, and this made me think that I had better see to some mental preparation of my own.
"I see
dead obese people..."
To be clear, it's not the obesity, in and of itself, that's the problem, but rather the obvious overindulgence coupled with a lack of culpability.