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Top Gear… Wide Load

In 2010 I had the chance to go and see the arena “Top Gear” motoring show. I had been a couple of times before, but this was the last show in Birmingham and considering I had traveled from Australia to see it, I wanted to make the most of it. I dutifully looked to see if I could get a ticket to the final show and I was pleased that I was able to get one, and although looking at the numbers I realised that I was likely to be in the nose bleed section, that didn’t deter me…

I clambered up the stairs to find my spot. It was off to the side and about 3 seats in…

Over the past few shows when I’d had a spot like that, the people in the row have been incredibly accommodating when I asked would it be possible to swap to the aisle seat for two reasons… one my knee is buggered, and two it’s more comfortable for all parties if I can… well to put it bluntly, let my copious caboose hang off the edge…

It was sad then that the last show resulted in one of the most insulting women I have ever met! When I asked, her reply was “No we paid good money for these fatty”.

I just smiled politely and indicated that I would need them to move then so I could get to my seat. Of course she just stood up, pushing the seat into the upright position… and I shuffled past… making sure that my fat arse got in her way as much as possible.

Now… I consider myself a considerate person, and when I am at a event like this, I try my utmost to ‘compact’ myself so that I cause as little overspill and discomfort to others…

NOT THIS TIME SWEETHEART! Yoli and her glutius maximus made maximum interlopage on her seat as she could (within reason)…

Damn it felt good!