Fat bitch hit me with her grocery cart! I'm already in a bad mood today, just some life shit getting to me. I don't work today, so I decided to spend it at the gym, doing some house work, gardening, knitting, anything to keep me occupied and burn off this jittery angry energy I have. So, I dropped my husband off at work then swung by the grocery store to get some necessities. I also decided to indulge and got an energy drink, hoping that it'll help me burn off some of this bad energy when I hit the gym later.  I walk into the grocery store and there's a cooler in the center of the walkway with some meat in it. I see an older fat woman looking at them, then looks up and she sees me coming. I ignore her because it's not an issue, I'm just gonna be walking by so whatever. She looks back at the meat, then chooses the EXACT moment I pass her to move along, literally crashing into my left side with her unwashed bulk. I reel a bit from the impact and this slovenly hagbag looks me up and down, curls her lip up and says begrudgingly "Oh, excuse me.", like an afterthought after she literally just nearly KNOCKED ME OVER. I thought about tripping her as she walked in front of me to move along her way, but I probably would have ended up beating her saggy several-chinned face into the floor, so I just moved on. I'll shower when I get home.  While shopping for a zero calorie energy drink with as few carbs as I can get (ketosis or bust), I hear people coming up on my left. It's a busy grocery store, this isn't anything new. While comparing two cans, I'm suddenly knocked off my balance AGAIN, getting hit yet again on my left side. I look up and this gigantic sheham has literally shoved me out of the way with her race car cart. I wasn't knocked down, but was very obviously knocked so off balance that I stumbled and nearly dropped the cans I was holding. It was NOT subtle, my trip or the fact that she fucking hit me. Absolutely seething by now, I look up with no small amount of homicidal intent in my eyes to see this disgusting bitch ignoring me completely, shopping for one liter bottles of red-branded beetus with her equally gigantic beta husband and two screaming loin spawn in the race car. I said to her "Was that intentional?" with trembling rage very obvious in my voice, even to my own ears. She looks up, looks me up and down (I'm in workout clothes, showing off my cut calves, hipbones, collar bone, and sweet arms), shrugs and says "I guess." And that was it. I'm absolutely dumbfounded as I stand there and watch her argue with her beta about whether they got 9 or 10 bottles of Coke. "Can you even count?!" she berates him. "Do you need to go back to school and learn to count? Do I have to do EVERYTHING?!" She moves between her cart and the drink display and continues loading up drinks, moving closer and closer to me, apparently trying to shove me out of the way again with her disgusting bulbous body. I just dropped my basket and the drinks and fucking left, shaking and wanting to scream. I have NEVER had this sort of shit happen to me before, let alone have it happen twice in the span of like 15 minutes. What the actual fuck is wrong with fat people? Like, I honestly can't wrap my brain around how they function. In what way, in what world, is that kinda shit EVER okay? They're an entirely different species, I tell you, with some severe mental and social handicaps.