The Fat Man

I sat next to the fattest man in the world on my 7.5 hour flight from Honolulu to Minnesota. He was so fat he needed a seatbelt extender to fasten his. His fat sasquach legs and arm kept bumping into me as I willed myself into a tiny little ball reading Harry Potter by the window. The turbulence made his fat jliggle and roll more than an N*Sync video. He invaded my seat. I paid for a whole one, I only got half of it. He stared me down when I got my food first. I was afraid he was going to eat me.