My Experiences with Hams at Walmart Been lurking for a while, decided to make an account after my shift today. I work at Walmart (it's my first job leave me alone) and... honestly... I see more hamplanets there than anywhere else. Now I'm not skinny myself (5'6 150 lbs but i'm trying hush) but some of these people are absolutely fucking repulsive. They're such eyesores. They wobble around the store huffing and puffing, they hog all the motor carts, and they're easily the bitchiest customers we have. Just today I had the pleasure of dealing with a few of the major annoyances. One lady was spilling over the sides of her motor cart. She came into my register line and the cart was moving really slowly. She was bitching about how it was out of charge and how was she gonna get to her car and blah blah blah. Now those carts hold charge for a long fucking time, and we charge them up every night. They're meant for the elderly, people with broken legs, etc. This woman was probably about 40 and immobile. The cart lost charge because it was being abused, not because we fucked up. One old hamplanet was lugging her daughter-planet and son-in-law-planet around and came to my register. They had two human kids in one cart surrounded by garbage, and in their other cart was even more garbage. GrammaHamma was leaning on this cart, very clearly having trouble standing up under her rolls. I was trying so hard to keep a grimace off of my face as doughnuts, cookies, frozen pizzas, chips, sodas, fruit juices, ice cream and other "delicacies" passed through my hands. Their total came around a whopping $300 and, guess what, they paid for the whole thing with FOOD STAMPS. Now I understand that people fall on hard times but COME ON. $300?! I can only imagine all the healthy food they could have bought with that money. The daughter was scowling left and right and the gramham just reminded me of an ogre. Didn't get a good look at the other planet. Saw a hamfamily with stump legs thundering down the center aisle. Mommy, daddy and mini-moons weren't even bending their knees. It was kind of sad to watch the kids; it wasn't really their fault that they could barely move their limbs.  One fat girl with makeup all over her ugly mug came up to my register chowing down on a bag of chips. No, not a snack size, a family size bag of fucking barbecue chips. She handed me the bag to scan and it was damn near empty. She was licking the seasoning off of her fingers too- fucking gross, lemme tell you.  That's all the major ones I can remember, but it's funny that almost every fat customer comes up with cart stuffed full of junk food. I can't say they're all bad, though... Some have junk AND Atkins candies. That'll get them to lose weight... right? Well Shitfam, I hope you enjoy my abhorrent Walmart customers. Not nearly as graphic as I could've made it, but I try to block those people out, y'know? EDIT: Okay. I get it. I'm in the wrong place and you all want to hate on me. I deserve that. I apologize for being all snarky but that's a part of what comes with anxiety. I still shouldn't have said any of it. I won't respond to anything else or post anything on here until I lose weight.  And yeah, my moniker is what it is for quite a pathetic reason. I would like to be able to call myself that, but I can't. I guess some day. AND I'm here because this page motivates me. I like to see all the people who are worse than I am because it gives a bit of a self-esteem boost and I don't feel so far away from my goals. I'll go back to lurking now.