Hamplanet at Target I'll try to keep this succinct: My family and I were at Target today, and this this very round hamplanet, and her elementary school aged daughter, who clearly weighted more than my 5'3" wife and mother of two, were lumbering down the aisle. My initial reaction was repulsion at the physical appearance, and frustration with the child abuse that makes a young girl that rotund, so I looked away.  Then I heard a crash. "Ouch!" the child exclaimed.  "Are you OK?" the planet asked. "Yeah, I'm OK," was the forced reply.  A few moments later the took off her shoe, looked at her reddened heel, and muttered, "I'm not OK.  My foot hurts."  Mom had walked the cart right into the back of her daughter.  And mom is big. "Well, maybe that'll teach you not to stop when you're walking in front of the cart," it huffed. I looked over at the planet, wondering just how shitty of a response that was, and how much of it was mom's fault.  That's when I saw that she was halfway through some half chocolate Keebler or similar brand cookie. The fat beast had opened a package of cookies in the store because it lacked the self control to first buy the package, let alone get it home, before stuffing processed shit into it's maw.  It was so focused on eating that garbage that it ran right into its daughter and then blamed the daughter for walking in front of the cart. That deplorable woman is fucking up her daughter.  It's child abuse.