Hams in Retail Vent I'm sorry guys, this is the only place I can vent about fat people without "triggering" others. I'm working as a seasonal retail worker during the holidays at a rather popular and massive store, yet only working two months I have come to hate both the fat customers and coworkers. Today is possibly the busiest weekend of the year, even topping Black Friday and I had two ham encounters of the unpleasant kind.  The first one was of the rare fat-Asian species. A woman, her husband, and her son were in line, and I could tell from the bitch's face that she would be hell.  I had no idea. First, she waddles up demanding to know why the coat she has in hand is more expensive online than in the store, stating that the coat (which was an XXL) was an extra FIVE DOLLARS online. I nicely explain to her it is due to shipping and handling that the coat costs extra  because apparently that wasn't obvious to her. She then says that online the coat was such and such a price, and here it rang up differently, all the while huffing and puffing as she leans on the counter to support her weight. I tell her I'd be happy to change the price to what it was online and do such for her. But then came the coupon incident. She manages to pull out a coupon (probably from her folds) and I see that it will not apply to this item due to it being a certain brand. I explain this to her nicely and she literally starts screaming at me. I try to calm her down and tell her I have a coupon that will get her fifteen percent off (five percent less than her coupon) but she continues to throw a fit and demands to see the manager. I call the manager but in the meantime she screams to the people in line to just throw their coupons away because we're obviously "Only here to rip people off!" My manager comes over and also explains that the coupon is not valid because of the brand (meanwhile fattie's husband is so embarrassed he has walked away) and that it is simply all we can do because we can't override the system on this since we already changed the price once. The beast finally accepts this but is still seething. I ring her up and her poor son is basically trying to make himself as small as possible at this point because he is so embarrassed (not hard to look small next to her). She snatches the bag away from me and walks off. Fortunately everyone behind her felt bad for me and was incredibly kind to me during their transactions. Just to put the cherry on top of the day, I later had another dude, a giant fat, give me trouble. He brought up a bunch of items and told me several didn't have tags (thanks a lot, asshat) so I went to look them up. Turns out only one item didn't have a tag so that was nice for me, but he commented that I should look up ALL the items, just to be sure. I said I didn't have to because the price tags would show the current price no matter what, but he still demanded I look them up anyways. Sure enough, same price. Meanwhile, I go to reticket the one item with a missing tag and go to staple it to the label when the stapler jams. I fiddle with the stapler and manage to get it fixed and he comments "Well, glad you know how to operate THAT piece of equipment." At this point, I'm done with people for the day so I quip "Yeah, I know how to fix staplers because of all the term papers I've graded." (I'm a TA for one of my classes at school). The butter beast comments "Oh really?" Like it was a surprise or even a lie that I would have the intelligence to grade papers. I'm reaching my boiling point by now and just grit my teeth and answer yes and finish his transaction. After all that, I went on break and had to scream in the storage area because I was so frustrated. Of course, later on the floor, none of my fat coworkers were helpful and just waddled around slowly doing Go-backs and avoiding the registers like the plague, lest they be told to ring.  TL;DR: It's only fats that make my day as a seasonal worker miserable and try to belittle me.