CTD: Cruel Thoughts Disease - Big Brotha

Ever catch yourself thinking the most terrible thoughts about a total stranger? I do it way too often. Like this mornin, I'm in the store for smokes. Fella in front of me is about 5'4" 450lbs, holding a quart of chocolate milk and 2 kingsize Snickers. I guess I had my "friendly face" on, cuz he turns to me and says, "Breakfast of champions." Now I'm a big man, I get that, but I've got a diet coke and a liter of water... Glad my mind to mouth filter was in today, cuz he couldn't "champion" a downhill human bowling ball contest without a crane to get his ass up there.