Wanting to get a closer view, I casually walked to the the top of the escalator and savored the sight of him leaned to one side as he loomed closer and closer. He looked to be in his late twenties, and vaguely familiar. Although I had fixed my gaze upon the semi-circle that extended over his jeans, I had also caught a glimpse of his face.
His determined swagger seemed absolutely necessary due to the size of his extra-fat belly, and he passed almost directly under me as he headed for the escalator. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I stood on the second floor of the mall watching the crowds of people pass below, picking out the well-fed hunks out of the masses.