The man was of average height, but had to weigh close to four hundred pounds. He wore grey sweatpants that looked like they’d seen better days and a ragged T-shirt. As he spoke, he stammered and stroked his most striking feature, a handlebar mustache.

The woman was also large, perhaps six feet tall, and heavyset as well. Her breasts sagged and rested on her considerable belly. Her makeup looked like it had been applied with a toilet brush.

“You are remarkable!” He cried. “Simply remarkable.”

“Shut your mouth just shut your fat mouth shut it shut it shut it shut it!!!” She screeched as she plodded past the bus stop. How her voice could be so ethereally furious and her manner so casual was greatly confusing.

“But you are so wrong,” he explained. “How can you be so wrong?”

“Shut it.”

They stopped, she first, then him. They looked at one another. There was a world of mourning in their look. Like something beautiful was dying slowly, painfully, and there was not a thing they could do about it …