Whopper Woman

Here sat an overly large middle-aged woman entrapped in her wheelchair. The chair was too small for her size and her excess fat seeped over the hand rests, seeking escape from the immense pressure. A putrid smell radiated off her and although she hadn’t done any serious physical activity in years, sweat created a waterfall off the tip of her nose.

The physical therapist asked her when she walked, in a normal day. Then with ease, she responded as if she didn’t realize the ignorance she was about to bestow on the world, “Only in Burger King because my chair doesn’t fit through the door.”