Some stories of fat people from my mother.

They remodelled the library that she works at, and now shelves are longer and closer together.

"And some people are so fat," she was like, "That I can't even get by them in the aisle, and the aisles are so long, by the time you get around to where you need to shelve the book from the other side, they're gone!".

So, she said, if she sees someone very fat in the aisle, she just waits for them to get their book and leave.

"Do you stop them if you catch them eating the books?", I was like.