gas station non-bouncy; franksolich encounters an authentic primitive

[franksolich]

Late last night, when I was all stressed out from being at the might-be, might-not-be, deathbed of the cat Floyd, I decided to drive down to the big city to get some cigarettes and gasoline.  It was circa 2:00 a.m., and there was nothing in town open at that time of the night.

So.....I got there, put some gasoline in the motor vehicle, and then walked into the station to pay for that, and get some cigarettes.  I saw a long-distance truck driver whose face looked familiar to me, and so I chitchatted with him for a while. 

He was complaining about his wife; that part, I caught, but the rest went over my head--but no harm done, because I already knew the rest of the story.  Wives really really really like the monster-sized paychecks their truck-driving husbands bring home, but wives at the same time bitch and moan about their husbands being away from home too much, too long.

What such wives don't seem to understand is no long absences from home, no supersized paychecks to bring home for them to spend.

Anyway.

Suddenly I noticed the truck driver was looking outside the window, towards the gasoline pumps.

I turned.

The first thing I saw was the DEMOCRATICUNDERGROUND.COM bumper-sticker on the back.

This was a vehicle with a license plate from Iowa.

But the bumper-sticker wasn't what the truck driver was staring at.

This was a late-model LARGE sedan sort of vehicle.

The guy pumping the gasoline was, uh, grotesquely monstrously large.

Because the bulge was way further down than it usually is in such people, at first, he reminded me of the hoop skirts worn by women circa 1850-1870, the way he fanned out, although like a hoop skirt some inches off the ground.  Later on, I decided, no, he was really more like an enormous bell with two tiny short legs.

This guy was just really spread out, but much lower than say, for example, Fat Che.

When he came into the station (having to open both front doors to squeeze inside), the truck driver and I got a closer look at him; he couldn't have been more than 20, 22, years old.  He was about 5'9" or 5'10", and his area of widest circular expanse was about my knees (I myself am 6'3") are; pretty close to the ground.  His legs were tiny spindly little things.  I wear size 10 shoes; I estimated his size of feet to be somewhat more than half my own size, so say, size 6 men's shoes, if there is such a thing.

His weight?--due to the grotesqueness of his proportions, I could garner no guess, other than in excess of 400-450 pounds.

Incredibly, he went to pick up six--I repeat, six--of those large $1.99 beef burritos, and while microwaving them, grabbed a $3.79 (feeds twelve) bag of Doritos, and a half-gallon carton of ice cream.

Damn.

I followed him to the counter (his burritos had not finished microwaving yet), wishing to snoop.  His arms seemed the average length of arms for someone his size, but still, due to the circular bulge way down below, he couldn't reach the counter, and the cashier had to reach over to take his purchases, so as to ring them up.  He said something to the cashier--I assume, without really knowing, it had something to do with paying for the burritos still in the microwave.

He pulled out his wallet.

Being deaf, I have quick eyes.

There was a lot of stuff in the wallet, but my eyes latched onto what appeared to be a business card for someone employed by the Iowa state department of social services.  It couldn't have been his business card (I caught only the top half of it), due to his condition, and so it had to be a business card for a.....welfare caseworker.

He took his bagged purchases over to the table next to the microwave, but as the microwave wasn't done yet, he swiveled his way down the other side of the gas station, towards the restrooms.  He got back there, and then turned around; obviously, he hadn't seen the very large sign advertising the "handicapped" bathroom as being at the other end of the establishment.

Instead, he picked up his done-cooking burritos, bagged them, and waddled out of the two front doors.

After he reached his vehicle outdoors, the truck driver commented, "You know, I wonder how he bends back and under, to wipe."

Lest the truck driver look bad, I have to admit I myself had the exact same thought ten seconds before the truck driver uttered his; the only difference being I didn't say it.

Damn.

[Chris_]

I suspect you have encountered a standard-issue DUmmie -- "save the planet, you go first!"

Great story.

Are you gonna get some sleep anytime soon?

[DarkHalo]

Now I really DO wonder what his DU name is.

[miskie]

The sad thing is I know a woman like that - same bell shape. I figure diabetes will take her sooner or later, if a major cardiac event doesn't first.

[franksolich]

The sad thing is I know a woman like that - same bell shape. I figure diabetes will take her sooner or later, if a major cardiac event doesn't first.

Well, you know, sir, we've all seen grotesquely overweight people.

And yes, actually it's a tragedy.

But this was the first time I've ever seen one where the widest expanse is so low, so close to the ground.

[JohnnyReb]

The first thing I saw was the DEMOCRATICUNDERGROUND.COM bumper-sticker on the back.

Have you reported the sighting yet? Rove had a few caught and released after banding (as per the bumpersticker) so we could study their migration patterns........hopefully all the way into northern Canada where they mate, stay and die but with free healthcare which is obviously what they need..

[miskie]

Well, you know, sir, we've all seen grotesquely overweight people.

And yes, actually it's a tragedy.

But this was the first time I've ever seen one where the widest expanse is so low, so close to the ground.

Its unfortunate - I'm no physical fitness guru, but there comes a point where common sense should kick in - when life becomes too difficult because of ones weight, one should realize its time to do something about it. As for this woman, the 'bell' hung to about her knees, and when she would turn, the widest part of the bell, by her knees, would move independently, twisting left and right.

That has got to be very uncomfortable.

[Uhhuh35]

Its unfortunate - I'm no physical fitness guru, but there comes a point where common sense should kick in - when life becomes too difficult because of ones weight, one should realize its time to do something about it.

There's a morbidly obese person where I work and every morning we watch him huff and puff mightily as he waddles in to work. The Fire Department has contingency plans set up just for him, but no one wants to be on duty when he goes down. Can't say I blame them.

[dutch508]

I have to admit, I used to look down on people who were highly overweight. I used to be in very good shape. I ran marathons (never winning, lets get real) was in what is thought to be one of the Nation's elite military groups.

Not anymore. Age, and sickness has slowed me down.

When I played rugby and football I weighed in at my top, 247 lbs and was just under six foot three. I've stayed 6'3 but dropped 20 or so lbs, and the rest has really deteriated. Not so much muscle mass anymore, since I am always short of breath, even walking tires me quickly.

I should really loose another 20 and I'd fell better, but it is hard to diet. If I even think of dieting I seem to put on 10 pounds.

I feel for those sad individuals who can't help themselves.

Of course, they are still raving moonbats and need to be put down, let's not be silly.

 

[GOBUCKS]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

[RobJohnson]

Now I really DO wonder what his DU name is.

Frank, you should of asked him!

Did he pay with food stamps or cash?

[thundley4]

I'm surprised about one thing . Most of the time that I've seen someone like this, they are in one of those Rascals/Hov-a-round or electric wheel chairs.

[Wineslob]

The sad thing is I know a woman like that - same bell shape. I figure diabetes will take her sooner or later, if a major cardiac event doesn't first.

Well, you know, sir, we've all seen grotesquely overweight people.

And yes, actually it's a tragedy.

But this was the first time I've ever seen one where the widest expanse is so low, so close to the ground.

Stick a fan up his ass and turn him into a hover-craft. 

[Happy Fun Ball]

Triangle Man, Triangle Man
Triangle man hates Particle Man
They have a fight, Triangle wins
Triangle Man

[jtyangel]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

Late last night, when I was all stressed out from being at the might-be, might-not-be, deathbed of the cat Floyd, I decided to drive down to the big city to get some cigarettes and gasoline.  It was circa 2:00 a.m., and there was nothing in town open at that time of the night.

So.....I got there, put some gasoline in the motor vehicle, and then walked into the station to pay for that, and get some cigarettes.  I saw a long-distance truck driver whose face looked familiar to me, and so I chitchatted with him for a while. 

He was complaining about his wife; that part, I caught, but the rest went over my head--but no harm done, because I already knew the rest of the story.  Wives really really really like the monster-sized paychecks their truck-driving husbands bring home, but wives at the same time bitch and moan about their husbands being away from home too much, too long.

What such wives don't seem to understand is no long absences from home, no supersized paychecks to bring home for them to spend.

Anyway.

Suddenly I noticed the truck driver was looking outside the window, towards the gasoline pumps.

I turned.

The first thing I saw was the DEMOCRATICUNDERGROUND.COM bumper-sticker on the back.

This was a vehicle with a license plate from Iowa.

But the bumper-sticker wasn't what the truck driver was staring at.

This was a late-model LARGE sedan sort of vehicle.

The guy pumping the gasoline was, uh, grotesquely monstrously large.

Because the bulge was way further down than it usually is in such people, at first, he reminded me of the hoop skirts worn by women circa 1850-1870, the way he fanned out, although like a hoop skirt some inches off the ground.  Later on, I decided, no, he was really more like an enormous bell with two tiny short legs.

This guy was just really spread out, but much lower than say, for example, Fat Che.

When he came into the station (having to open both front doors to squeeze inside), the truck driver and I got a closer look at him; he couldn't have been more than 20, 22, years old.  He was about 5'9" or 5'10", and his area of widest circular expanse was about my knees (I myself am 6'3") are; pretty close to the ground.  His legs were tiny spindly little things.  I wear size 10 shoes; I estimated his size of feet to be somewhat more than half my own size, so say, size 6 men's shoes, if there is such a thing.

His weight?--due to the grotesqueness of his proportions, I could garner no guess, other than in excess of 400-450 pounds.

Incredibly, he went to pick up six--I repeat, six--of those large $1.99 beef burritos, and while microwaving them, grabbed a $3.79 (feeds twelve) bag of Doritos, and a half-gallon carton of ice cream.

Damn.

I followed him to the counter (his burritos had not finished microwaving yet), wishing to snoop.  His arms seemed the average length of arms for someone his size, but still, due to the circular bulge way down below, he couldn't reach the counter, and the cashier had to reach over to take his purchases, so as to ring them up.  He said something to the cashier--I assume, without really knowing, it had something to do with paying for the burritos still in the microwave.

He pulled out his wallet.

Being deaf, I have quick eyes.

There was a lot of stuff in the wallet, but my eyes latched onto what appeared to be a business card for someone employed by the Iowa state department of social services.  It couldn't have been his business card (I caught only the top half of it), due to his condition, and so it had to be a business card for a.....welfare caseworker.

He took his bagged purchases over to the table next to the microwave, but as the microwave wasn't done yet, he swiveled his way down the other side of the gas station, towards the restrooms.  He got back there, and then turned around; obviously, he hadn't seen the very large sign advertising the "handicapped" bathroom as being at the other end of the establishment.

Instead, he picked up his done-cooking burritos, bagged them, and waddled out of the two front doors.

After he reached his vehicle outdoors, the truck driver commented, "You know, I wonder how he bends back and under, to wipe."

Lest the truck driver look bad, I have to admit I myself had the exact same thought ten seconds before the truck driver uttered his; the only difference being I didn't say it.

Damn.

You didn't ask his DU name Frank?

[jtyangel]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

I'm not sure you want that kind of attention from a DUer, given their proclivities towards *whispers* same sex relations and such. 

Plus, you aren't a washed up, binge drinkin', poser. It would never work!

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

I'm not sure you want that kind of attention from a DUer, given their proclivities towards *whispers* same sex relations and such. 

Plus, you aren't a washed up, binge drinkin', poser. It would never work!

No but I know enough about TIT to really do something to screw with him!

[Chris_]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

Which, considering that TiT cannot open his mouth without copious bullshit issuing forth, would be perfectly in character for TomInTib.  But since TomInTib cannot open his yapper without fertilizing the lawn, if the heavyweight primitive believed that you could possibly, in fact be TomInTib, he would be forced to question whether you were telling him the truth, as TomInTib is never known to have done so, ever.

And so he can clearly not choose the win in front of him.

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

I'm not sure you want that kind of attention from a DUer, given their proclivities towards *whispers* same sex relations and such. 

Plus, you aren't a washed up, binge drinkin', poser. It would never work!

No but I know enough about TIT to really do something to screw with him!

I figure he steals other peoples music and honor,borrowing his web identity and ****ing with him seems like a fun thing to do!

[DumbAss Tanker]

"Weebles wobble,

But they don't fall down!"

 

[jtyangel]

I am really disappointed. This was a great opportunity for a reverse bouncy, and it died aborning. Coach could have asked if the DU bumper sticker is a joke. Then he could have explained why a corrupt Chicago marxist liberal muslim is not right for our nation, and what we need is a strong dose of Palinomics. The DUmmy would have some weak comeback, and coach would then prove clearly, with links to articles on FR, why the DUmmy position made no sense. The DUmmy would then concede, agree with coach, and ask for a Caribou Barbie bumper sticker, or, alternatively, his head would explode. A cop would then jump out from behind the burrito display, and hand the DUmmy his new bumper sticker.

The truth is really boring. That is probably one reason it's unpopular at the DUmp.

Better yet, Frank should have just introduced himself as the great franksolich. If this was a real DUmmie, given the condition of his health, he probably would have dropped from cardiac arrest right there realizing the antigonist in his midst: the one and only, franksolich .

I would have introduced myself as Tomintib!

I'm not sure you want that kind of attention from a DUer, given their proclivities towards *whispers* same sex relations and such. 

Plus, you aren't a washed up, binge drinkin', poser. It would never work!

No but I know enough about TIT to really do something to screw with him!

You going to bust out a guitar and break into song(copyrighted by other people, but claimed as your own?)

[Zeus]

As I stepped out of that Cadillac, I said, "Mister, many thanks."
He said, "You don't have to call me 'Mister', Mister;
The whole world called me 'Frank'!"

[franksolich]

Did he look like this, frank?



I get the feeling that a lot of DUmmies look like that.

No, not at all.

One has to put the bulge way down there, about where the hem of those shorts are, for an accurate portrayal.

You know, I never even thought to talk to him, ask him his name on Skins's island, or anything, because I was sort of in shock.  I kept wondering if there might be a medical term for this sort of obesity, where the fat is so low on a person, way down there, and fans out like a hoop skirt.  And then I was further shocked when he got all that chow, enough to feed an entire family in one of the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants for two or three days.

Really, it is a tragedy and no laughing matter, but on the other hand we're all responsible for our own health.

I've seen similar phenomenae before; I was really grossed out about a year ago, when I saw one guy whom I used to see all the time walking around, on crutches, minus both legs below the knees.  He is a Democrat and diabetic.  He had developed gangrene, but rather than having something done about it when he first noticed it, he simply figured he'd get around to it sooner or later, and medical science would take care of it.

He now walks around without crutches, two artificial legs having been put on, but it still grosses me out.

I was stunned.

What is it with such people, who think they can let something go and go and go, and that when they finally "get around" to having something done about it, medical science can restore them wholly?  And then they become all bitter and bent out of shape and primitival when ooops, it's too far gone.

In this case, I'm not putting down your usual average overweight person; Hell, I'm not even putting down Fat Che, whose belly sags down in front of him as if he were wearing an apron.  I'm describing an extreme extreme case, and wondering what's going on inside the mind of the primitive.

I suppose on the inside, he's scared, but doesn't care.