Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m.
Fred’s unashamed of his weight. It’s just who he is, and it’s never stopped him from working or traveling, or even dating. You’d be surprised how many ladies like a big man in bed. Still, whenever he rides the train, Fred plops his body down next to girls—usually young, skinny girls. Girls who would normally scorn him. His fat rolls over into the next seat and warms their hips. If they glare or pull away, he smiles and scoots closer. He wants to show them what they’re missing.
Sorry to real-life Fred who is probably a perfectly nice person. So many creepers on the train, though. I feel obligated to write a few stories about them, for the sake of verisimilitude. (BAM! I just got to use verisimilitude correctly in a sentence.)