Another vintage fat story from the home accessory store This story features: Cow fat from my previous story and Spicy fat (which I lovingly refer to because she always smelled like Latin food, although I'm not actually sure if she was white or Spanish or what.), the female human sized employee from the previous story, and a smallfat district manager. A while ago, I was working with the other human sized girl. There was another 2 other female employees that came in occasionally. An old lady and a short little piggy. The old lady was that "i walk everywhere and haven't gained a lb in 10 years" kinda cool old lady. We got off on talking about how we had to purchase kids sizes for shorts that are not ill fitting. She joked about how she was a little smaller than now when aboit a year after she had her second daughter and was a medium. It was the weekend before Christmas and we were slammed. Suddenly, in comes a lady that you can absolutely tell lived in a trailer before opening her mouth. Wrangling 4 kids between 10 and 2 I think. She has an angry look, a full black garbage bag in her hands, and a black ring beneath her bottom chins that announced she may or may not have access to running water. She slammed the garbage bags between the two registers (set up on an oval counter). She rips out her reciept and starts yelling for us to pay attention while are both in the midst of ringing other customers with a line forming behind on both sides.  "I NEED TO EXCHANGE THIS" it reeees. I ask her to hold on a moment as I finish out my customer and call a manager to the front. Here comes Spicy Fat, huffing from having to walk slowly from the back stockroom.  She gets to the counter and motions the other lard over. The fat exchange lady leaves the garbage bag on the floor and her receipt on the counter, empty-handedly walking over. Spicy asks her what the problem was and the lady said that the theading had come loose. Spicy can't be bothered to worry about this problem and calls the Cow to the front. Me and the other girl continue to ring customers and our lines eventually mostly depleate. 7 minutes went by, and finally she comes slower than syrup to the front, CHECKING TO SEE IF SHELVES ARE STRAIGHT on her creeping way as we all watch her.  She asks the woman what the problem was, and motions for me to go get the completely questionable garbage bag. She looks inside of the bag and says "hmmmm, has it been slept on"? The lard creature hesitated and then replied an uneasy "...no?" "Ok", lit the cows face. "Do you have the receipt and packaging?" the lard got the plastic bed bag from her car and came back in with a comforter's packaging. The Cow told us to refold the comforter and put it back out before walking out of the store. She came back with three coffee monstrosities, for her, spicy, and who? Spicy and Cow wandered back to the back and we took out the bedding and unrolled it. Something didn't smell right. We each opened it to find what looked to be a smashed dog turd (from a little dog) all over the back that would touch the bed. It was fucking disgusting and my human coworker backed up trying not to wretch. I am doing my degree in funeral sciences, and because I already deal with disgusting shit I have a high gross tolerance. I take it in angry open arms to the back. "COW!" I yell at her, mortified that in her "check" she didn't see this LITERAL SHIT. She looks at me confused. She asked me what's that like she had never seen it before. Then her and Spicy went pale.   Behind me came the smallfat district manager, staring at me holding a poo blanket. She was stunned and asked me what I was doing. I explained what happened and she told me to throw it out in the back dumpster. I wrapped it in plastic and obliged, taking it a step further to compact it and take it as far out of this world as I could in the moment. When I came back in, they were all drinking coffee and eating cupcakes and those soft cookies with the sprinkles and chalky crayola frosting. Theu were in the back setting up the "Company Christmas Party" and apparently that ordeal didn't take away any appetites. She got a demerit though but it was a hullshit 5 strike policy. On a side note, I pull a lot from 4chan, it's gold. I've been on there way too long, as I went on and gotl addicted to anonymity before I was a teenager. This is one of the only accounts I actually have on a website, outside of games. Also, are nipples ol in NSFW?  Thanks for reeeeading my bullshit. More soon!