Putrid Grocery Experience My sister and I were out doing a bit of shopping for snacks for a girls' night and as she's vegan, we were on the specialty food aisle at our HEB grocery store. Down the aisle of healthy/vegan/gluten free there was a couple and a little girl. Well, she was about 8 years old but she was not little. Her empire waist dress stuck out further than anything and as she twirled around in the aisle, her tall ham planet mother says loudly, "Stop that or you'll get beat." How classy. Said Mother of the Year is wearing a yellow Tshirt that I can only imagine is upwards of 4, 5x and is the shape of a giant tennis ball with legs. I'm tall so no tall hate for normal people, but her height made her that much larger and able to carry even more extra pounds and unfortunately caused her to be at eye level. Dad was just as tall and hugely dumpy but wore a black "three wolf moon" tshirt that I thought were only made up for joke sketches on the internet. They stood there and didn't get anything from the aisle, and We passed to get by, my sister and I smelled the most putrid, gaseous, crawling death smell that we looked at each other and were so disgusted. I'm pretty sure they went down that aisle to crop dust their lard farts and continue. I gagged in the aisle and my sister promptly lost her appetite. We hurried out of the store to avoid further meetings with the trash beasts, but unfortunately did catch a glimpse of the two pigs swapping saliva in the next aisle. Never thought I would have to be demoralized twice in one evening by smelling bodily odors AND watching public displays of cundishuns. Ugh.