Why I love REEEEEEEEEtail I work at a store that sells gifts. The kind where mostly little old ladies come in or people (normal regular humans) to buy an array of objects.   I wish it was only those two types of people who visited. No.   Oh no.  Ham-hocks and Fat fucks LOVE to come in. They are always SO needy. They always ask if we keep their coupons on file, if we sell such and such so they don't have to make TWO stops. God forbid. When they show up with the mini moons they call children they have NO control and I'm often forced to watch them because if one of the butter balls break something, they don't have to pay for it. We have to spend extra time in the back office damaging out the goods.   These hams feel entitled to first class service which I certainly do NOT cater to. I don't care how much they spend, I'll chat with an older man or woman buying one item for 5-10 minutes whilst the hams sigh and glare at me. I'll give everyone who isn't a fat fuck discounts, wrap the items they buy nicely offering them little extras like tissue paper or a bag.   Not for you fats.  I'll even walk into the back and pretend I'm busy until they waddle over and ask to be rung up. I'll finish whatever I'm doing and take my sweet time. Its hilarious to watch them get red in the face and sweat profusely. Luckily for me, my boss is too busy managing another store so I pretty much have free reign.   That felt good to share. Thanks for reading.