A couple of weeks back I wrote that during my family’s recent trip to DisneyWorld I noticed that there were a stunning number of perfectly able-bodied and LARGE people renting motorized wheelchairs (or scooters or whatever you call them) and creating traffic jams in the parks.  Well, I wasn’t the only one who noticed.  Check out this piece in the Guardian written by a bemused British travel writer.  Here’s a sample:

After a couple of days, though, I had begun to fear I could sense pure sugar coursing through the veins of everyone in the park. It was possible to hire buggies for toddlers. You could also hire motorised wheelchairs. Many enormous people wearing gargantuan shorts opted for the latter to propel themselves between fast-food franchises. It was,
on the plus side, a very long time since I had been on holiday and felt relatively thin and fit. As the week had progressed, I had become uncomfortably obsessed with the sheer scale of some of the sugar-seekers, slugging at their quarts of Coke, every bit as
extraordinary a sight as a six-foot tall duck or a pair of enormous chipmunks.

I had started fearing for the load-bearing capacity of the rides; the queues seemed to be getting longer because everyone was squeezing vast buttocks into two or three seats. The previous two evenings, in a bid to avoid fries and induce sleep, we had found ourselves mainlining plastic cups full of crudites in the hotel bedroom, and trying to sell the idea as a family picnic.

It gets better so I encourage you to read the whole thing.