An obeast just tried to steal from me Mr. Ferret needed a new pillow, so we packed up the baby and headed over to Bed, Bath & Beyond. He found what he wanted pretty quickly, so we headed towards the cash registers. There was only 1 open, and it was staffed by an obeast. Damnit. As far as obeasts go, this former female wasn't the biggest I've seen. My guess is around 275 pounds on a 5'8" frame. It was maybe in its late 30's or early 40's, and sounded Eastern European. The pillow came to $28.24 with the taxes. My husband had a pre-paid Mastercard worth $20 that he had received as a gift, so he used that first. He told the cashier it was only worth $20, so she keyed it into the debit/credit card terminal and processed the payment. She tells him there's a balance of $8.24 left to be paid still. He went to put it debit, but I told him to hang on because I had a $50 bill in my purse that I wanted broken. I handed him the 50 and he gave it to the butter barge. It asked my husband if he had a quarter, so he started digging through his pockets until he found one. The obeast completes the sale, puts the $50 into the till, and hands my husband our change ($50.25 - $8.24 = $42.00 because we don't have pennies in Canada anymore.) My husband keeps the $2 coin, then hands me $20. I rub the bill to make sure the two of them aren't stuck together (we use polymer banknotes so sometimes they stick to each other.) Nope, only one $20 bill in my hand. I ask my husband, "did you keep the other 20 dollar bill?" He shakes his head and says, "no, I only kept the twoonie." So I turn to the cashier and say, "you still owe us twenty dollars." The obeast just looks at me and doesn't say anything. So I say it again, a little louder so everyone else can hear, "my husband gave you a fifty for an 8 dollar purchase. I should have gotten 2 twenties back." "It was $28.24," the obeast says to me. "That's right." "No it's not," I say, raising my voice even more. "We paid you the first 20 using that pre-paid Mastercard. My husband gave you a fifty to pay the remaining 8." Now I've attracted the attention of the supervisor, another ham who probably weighs just as much but is several inches shorter. She's much younger, probably even younger than me, and has her hair dyed a darkish red and is wearing her make-up in a sloppy winged fashion. I point at the obeast cashier. "She still owes me $20." The supervisor turned to the cashier to ask what happened, but before she can even get a word in it exclaims, "I thought I gave him two twenties! I thought they were stuck together." The fuck you did. You were just trying to argue with me a second ago that you gave my husband the correct change, why are you changing your tune all of a sudden now that the manager's here? And then it hits me - this fat bitch was trying to steal that $20 from us and was hoping we wouldn't notice. First it tried to distract my husband by asking for more change, and then when I asked her about it, at first it was silent (probably because it didn't know what to say now that it had been caught) and then it tried to argue with me, insisting that it gave Mr. Ferret the correct change, when it knows damn well it didn't. The supervisor handed my husband the other $20 bill. He passed it to me, I put it in my wallet along with the other one, and we left. I still can't believe that hog had the nerve to try and steal from us, especially since she clearly saw I was pushing a baby stroller. That calorie crook probably needed more money for beetus. Edit: spelling