Fat bitch in the pharmacy I went to go an get a regular prescription filled (not diabeetus meds, for anyone wondering). I entered the pharmacy, I went down an aisle. The aisles have enough room for three normal sized people to walk down at a time.  Then I see it. Pamham. (she looked like a Pam, don't ask me why).  Pamham was an employee, stacking shelves. But instead of being a normal human being and standing to stack the shelves, kneeling or perhaps even bending over to stack the lower shelves, it was sat like a child. Legs splayed out, it's full moon ass flat to the floor. It had greasy hair, cut in a hideously unflattering Bob and its clothes barely fit. Hence the full moon comment.  I want to continue down this aisle, but this thing is honestly so big I can't shuffle through with a small cart. I'm disgusted I have to converse with this thing, but hey, I have shit to do and places to be.  I ask it very nicely to please move so that I can get through. It doesn't look at me, it just has the audacity to say 'go on, you can get through there'!  No, I cannot. I also don't want to send this poor cart to therapy after forcing it to wedge up against your greasy ass.  I ask it again, please can you move because I can not and will not fit.  It huffs, as they usually do at any sign of inconvenience. And then it actually tries to use me as some sort of pulley Lever system to get itself off of the floor!? I pull away, because that's not appropriate in the slightest, to grab a customer to get your lard off of the floor.  She giggles like an idiot and uses the shelf instead.  Have these hams no common decency or awareness?