My encounter with an angry fat at the "plus size" store. I was shopping for a dress to wear to a fancy work party. Nothing caught my eye until I passed a storefront with a beautiful blue dress that looked perfect. I looked up at the store sign and saw it was a fat store, but the dress wasn't tent-sized, was a loose, non-fitted style with a drop waist and I thought it might do with a few alterations, although I am of normal weight.  As I looked at the dress more closely, a salesperson came waddling up at top speed, so fast (for a hambeast) her huge rolls jiggled madly. She was literally half my height and twice my width. She stopped about 2" from me, and glared up at me like an angry obese badger. "I'd like to try on-" I started to say. She interrupted and snarled at me, "We have nothing here for you!" She took another step closer, forcing me to back up towards the door to avoid her gut touching me. "But.." I tried again. "We don't have your size!" she barked, chins wobbling in indignant fat fury as she edged me yet closer to the exit. She was so angry and so close I really thought she might bite me or belly-bump me, so I turned on my heel and fled.  I couldn't help thinking that if a normal human-sized salesperson had treated a fattie that way, it would be all over the news and the oily tears of an army of outraged porkers would fill a million KFC buckets.