A very small man just called me fat ass on the subway platform! I'm...I'm aghast! He couldn't have been more than 90 pounds. Seriously. And he called me fat ass!!! First of all, yeah, so what? I'm a big guy. My ass is big. Second of all, the reason he decided to call me fat ass is because he kept trying to shove past me on the subway platform (I was moseying along at my own fat pace). After three or four gnat-like plinks against me as he unsuccessfully tried to pass me on my left without any success (I honestly thought someone was accidentally brushing against me and I didn't think twice about it), he finally SHOVED my manbag out of the way and darted past me - and he LOUDLY muttered "Come on, Fat Ass!" I...I was totally at a loss for what to say or do. So I blurted "Fuck you asshole!" as he scampered down the stairs ahead of me. What could I do? The guy was so tiny!!! Any physical retaliation on my part automatically makes me the asshole. I could've seriously hurt this guy. And I'm no good with snappy comebacks - the easiest, quickest things that sprang into my mind would have been too terrible to utter, since they would've played on my instant reaction to HIS appearance and demeanor (Asian and most likely gay). And I'm too fat to give chase and lecture him about manners. Ah. Too fat. To. Give chase. I'm tired. I need a breather. Whew. Fuckin' asshole. ARGH! You know how frustrating it can be when you're literally just minding your own damn business, moseying along with your manbag, and then someone insults you out of the blue and then is gone too quickly for you to say anything other than "Fuck you asshole"??? It's frustrating. I can't fit into most of my pants. I CAN'T FIT INTO MOST OF MY PANTS. Still, that doesn't mean that guy wasn't a snippy little twat-hole bastard.