The closest non-handicapped, actual
parking space to a store. The exceedingly huge park here so as not to have to walk any distance that could be considered exercise. The next step is buying a
handicapped placard and rolling around in a wheelchair purely for the sake of escaping fatigue caused from walking more than the 5 feet it usually takes to get to the
refrigerator.
FAMF: OMG!
LOOK AT THAT SPOT! IT'S CLOSER THAN THE HANDICAPPED PLACE!
Blob o' Fat: QUICK!
HIT THAT SHIT!
FAMF: Dude, this is the best Preferred Fatass Parking ever.
Blob o' Fat: Seriously! Now hurry up, I want my fucking triple
Quarter Pounder.