Express checkout ham. Walked up to the express checkout, a ham was already in line and had just finished unloading its beetus, wayyy more than 10 items. It sees me carrying a heavy load (a double pack of almond milk and a basket full of produce) and scooches its beetus over the slightest bit to make room. "Here, you can put your things down [teehee]." "That's ok, I'll just hold it." I repped a couple curls of almond milk and conspicuously looked the beast up and down. Disgusting folds of arm fat jettisoned from beneath its tight flabletics sportswear like the majestic cliff faces of Yosemite. its fupa, deflated from many years of battling gravity, was tucked & stuffed into its disfigured yoga pants.  We locked eyes again. I made no effort to conceal my disgust. The beast was clearly triggered knowing that its $100 workoutfit wasn't fooling anyone. I was satisfied. It's been a good morning.