Beep Beep Beep is that annoying sound made by those infuriately wide buggies that patrol the corridors and walkways leading to airport departure gates.
I am hurrying to get to Gate 4,067 at the end of concourse Z, a mile and half away from the departure lounge and already I am breaking out in a sweat.
The departure board at London Godknows Where (LGW) airport had suggested I leave 3 hours to walk to the departure gate and I left things a little late.
I move to let the machine glide by and cannot avoid noticing the lady occupant. She is enormous!
She regally waves, in one hand a gallon bucket of Starcotas Hot Chocolate Massivario topped with swirls of cream and in the other, a half devoured cinnamon twisted sticky the size of cloths brush. I cannot make out if she is snarling or smiling at me given that the folds of fat obscure most of her facial features.
I can see however, she is looking at me with the contempt that comes with being one who has been favoured above others. And well she might be!
She is being chauffeured to the gate in style while we have to walk, simply because she is far too lazy to have done so herself. What is more, we the rest of the travelling public, are paying for her to do it.
Lets face it, she is fat because she is lazy, too lazy in fact, to get exercise by walking to the departure gate which is one of the reasons I am not too overweight.
The world is pandering to fat people making them even lazier so that in time they will become fatter.
I am not talking disabled here, I am talking fat and that I suppose has become a disability of sorts but one for the most part that has been entered into voluntarily.
So why not make these trolly rides available for everyone or charge fat ladies a fare for travelling in luxury.
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