Terrible Target shopping experience. Even though it's snowing, target has swim suits already. So I figured I'd go have a look while they still have tons of them. First of all, for whatever reason, the fat ass sizes were in front. I saw some cute boy short bottoms that I wanted to try on, but guess what? XL was the smallest size I saw. It took 10 minutes of wandering around to find the same shorts in a small. They were all the way in the back of the section, with a lot of other smaller suits. All of the fat sizes were displayed up front, while the majority of the human sizes were practically hidden. I picked out several to try (size small) and headed to the changing rooms.  First suit I tried was BAGGY in places. A small. Was a bit loose. I am thin, but I am not TINY. I will say most of the smalls fit fine, but some seemed to fit more like a medium.  In the dressing room, I could hear 2 women talking in the next stall. I never saw them but I just know they were fat. Why? Because they'd try something on, then reee because it was "obviously sized wrong" since they just knew they didn't wear that big of a size. No shit, they'd try something on and just say "ugh I need a size up I think, I can't believe how these are sized, I don't wear that size" etc etc. Walking past a display table, there was an entire herd of fats congregating around it, blocking my way. They weren't together, they had just swarmed this particular table for some reason. I looked, expecting to see some sort of free food samples that would explain the impromptu swarming, but no. Just some sale stuff. The left side of the aisle had fewer fats than the right, so I opted to try to squeeze past on that side. These 2 fats were female, were both wearing extremely tight pants (have you ever felt sorry for a pair of jeans? because I have), and were generally just being gross to look at. The smaller fat saw me trying to get past, and I kid you not, this wildebeest looked me up and down, sneered at me, and took her time getting out of my way. I did not say anything or even give them a dirty look, so I can only surmise that she was piggered by my non fatness.  I needed some fat free half and half, due to my extreme coffee addiction (I have toddlers, don't judge me), so I pushed my cart to the refrigerator section. I could not believe my eyes. Hams. As in spiral cut, honey baked, etc, actual hams. The hams were surrounded by hamplanets. I almost laughed out loud. There were just fats lumped around the ham section like it was tubbo mecca and they were on a landwhale pilgrimage. Obviously,  I was not going to get past them, so I went around the next aisle and toward the checkout.  One register open. The woman in front of me (human sized, but just barely) had about a million items. I had 7 or so. But okay, I wasn't in a rush so I waited patiently for the small fat at the register  (with a shockingly bad and poofy wig that looked for all the world like a dead beaver) to finish with the lady in front of me. I couldn't even put my items on the belt yet, so they were all still in my cart. Behold! A second cashier appears! I'm saved! He turns his light on and says "I can help the next person in line". Glorious! I start to back up, when into my view waddles a hambeast. Huffing and puffing, she waddled as fast as she could (spoiler: not very fast) into the newly open lane. She had not been in line. She was most assuredly not "next" in line. She had a huge cart full of beetus for the hamlings she had with her. So I just sighed and waited with my 7 items.  TLDR: hams ruin my shopping trip by existing.