A mother takes her 5 year old son with her to the bank on a busy Friday. They get into
line behind a rather obese lady wearing a business outfit complete with a pager.
As the mother waits patiently her son looks at the women in front of him and observes
loudly, "Hey, Mom, she's fat." At which the lady looks at the boy, makes eye contact
with the mother and gives an understanding smile. The mother quietly reprimands her son.
After a minute or two the boy spreads his hands as far as they will go and loudly says,
"I bet her butt is *that* wide." At this the lady glares at the little boy and his mother
and the embarrassed mother severely scolds her son. Again after a couple of minutes the boy
states loudly, "Look how the fat hangs over her belt." The lady turns and tells the mother
to control her rude child and the mother threatens him with his very life and existence.
Things in the bank are quiet. The lady gets to the front of the line when her pager begins
to emit its distinctive tone at which the little boy yells in panic at the top of his voice,
"Run for your life Mom, she's backing up!!!!"