Working retail in the south is hell. I see a lot of shopping stories but working at a place where obeasts walk or scoot rampant is awful. Watch obeasts urge their children to get a free cookie, today I saw what I assume was no older than 25, with a body that could win an award of winning pear, plop into a scootypuff with her Starbucks, I'm sure no whip, fat free milk latte, urgh. So difficult to keep my job and keep the truth to myself about the food dumpsters I see daily is overwhelming. Sorry for the rant but it hurts to watch these atrocities wheel around like they own the place.