Look at the woman 2 seats away from her.
She looks like one of those skinny, waif, wannabe's, that's craving Kate's sammich, but knows that if she eats a bite, she'll balloon to a size 4.
Saggy, sloppy, doughy.
No offense-—I just happen to like ‘em fit.
But I’ll tell you, when that one’s 50 I don’t know how you’re going to get her up the mountain.
Or off the couch, for that matter.