We had our company picnic this weekend at a public park. Lot’s of fun people to hang with and good food – and picnic tables. You know, the kind where the bench is attached to the table?
I understand why public parks have attached seats – otherwise people would walk off with the benches. But these are, if not the ultimate close enough to, unfriendly fat seating.
Now I am actually flexible enough to get my legs under the table; but then my ENTIRE ass hangs off the seat, so I would balancing on my thighs. Really not comfortable, and really not going to happen. So I sat side saddle. I hope next year I remember to bring my own lawn chair, and then I can simply sit at the end of a table.
I wasn’t embarrassed; but it did catch me off guard. Shouldn’t have. This is not the first time our company has had its picnic at that park. For some reason, this is the first time I really thought about just how rotten these kinds of picnic tables are for super-sized people to sit at. And I didn’t exactly resent it; but I kind of did too. Maybe I’m getting a little less tolerant of the thin-o-centric world in my old age.
So next year, I’ll take care of myself. And I hope that if any of you are going on picnics be forewarned and prepared; then get out there and enjoy yourself.