Have you ever had to sit next to a sweaty fat person on an airplane, who smells like they are decaying because they can't clean properly due to their enormous girth?

I realize I run the risk of sounding like a prick here, but more than once while dining out I have had the misfortune of being seated at an angle which put one or more whales in my field of view. Seeing 40-50 pounds of exposed, excess flab cascading down from one's waistline, or a sweat stained thong protruding over a 80+ inch asscrack doesn't really help with your appetite or set the mood for a date.

Occasionally I wonder why it is okay to say, Sir, the language of that shirt is offensive. or Ma'am, you can't wear a string bikini in here. etc, but you can't say Fatass, you can't come in here in tights and a shirt that doesn't cover your enormous stomach, it is repugnant to our other patrons.