I’ve thought about this and, curiously enough, all the four fattest persons I’ve seen are men I have met thanks to my dad, direct or indirectly. Here they are in ascendant order, fake names obviously:
4th: Jeff the barman. An old, bearded, jolly man who used to run a small bar. My father knew him well. Every time I saw Jeff there, he would be wearing a lumberjack shirt with suspenders that only accentuated how round his gut is.
3rd: Carl the office worker. The biggest of my dad’s coworkers, (and all of them were fat to some degree in the first place). A close friend of his. As he has a son my age, we often went to eat somewhere all the parents and kids together. I just remember him being so W I D E, and how he could put down an enormous amount of food because you could see him in action at the places we went, and sometimes my dad or Carl himself would joke about it.
2nd: Anonymous guest. Once, my father went to some celebration and left his phone at home! He called us through another person’s phone and I went to give him his. While looking for my dad, I stumbled across a couple people of great size. I specifically remember a man sitting next to a table, with two big, dirty, finished plates at his side. He was just there, looking extenuated, and the buttons of his dressed-up shirt were a bit tight.
1st: Mike the old friend. I was walking with my dad and we crossed paths with this tall and gargantuan man. I didn’t remember him, but he did know me. My father said that the last time Mike saw me I probably were “taking a nap on him” and it left me confused. When the man went, I asked my father what was that about, and he explained that I used to accompany him to visit his friend when I was little, and that I had an habit of climbing into the sofa Mike was sitting on, laying on his belly and falling asleep. I still have no memory of this. I probably got away with it cause they found it amusing and I was very young.
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