So we are at the campground and a portly gentleman gets out of the driver's side of the RV in front of us and E exclaims sort of loudly, "They let the big guy out". Horrified that the guy heard I explained to E we don't talk about the way people look and some things are better of unsaid, blah, blah, blah... A moment passed and E was still staring at the rv with a puzzled look. I got up from my seat and I realized that he was talking about a giant inflatable Frankenstein way off in the distance right behind the heavy set guy. I felt like such a ding dong.