Entitled whale in my store This story actually happened a few months ago but I'm pretty new to fatpeoplehate so I'm just telling it now.  I used to work at a convenience store. For most of the day we served hot food (hot dogs, hamburgers, reheated fried chicken...), ice cream, and the typical junk food you'd find at a gas station. I was the store closer though so I typically didn't deal with serving food.  It had been a fairly typical night; customers started to wane down and finally I'm alone in the store. There's about a half hour until close and it's typical for me to not have any customers for the last half hour so I can start cleaning up and counting the money.  I get everything cleaned: the microwave, hot pots, utensils, etc., and then this beluga whale and her overweight,  butter-huffing, presumably husband, walk in the store (he's significantly smaller than her). There's about 20 minutes until closing so I tell them we're closing soon and she just stares blankly back at me. I looked away quickly in case she became a critical mass and imploded, blinding me in the process. She waddles over to the chip isle like a giant penguin smuggling one those monolithic rocks used to build stone henge in her shirt. She grabs a family size bag of doritos and waddles over to the counter, husband following timidly. She huffs and puffs trying to regain her breath as of she had just finished a triathlon. My breathing shallowed in an attempt to not smell the air gushing out of her blow hole or the noxious gas bellowing from her fat rolls. She asks for 4 cheeseburgers, 2 hotdogs, and 2 ice cream sundaes. I tell her that I've cleaned and turned off the microwave and the grill to which she insists that I turn them back on. I tell her that it will take 20 minutes to heat up the roller grill to cook the hot dogs and she still insists that I make them. At this point I wasn't  a full blown shit lord and wanted to keep my job so I turned them on and started the burgers and hot dogs. She locomotes over to the ice cream counter moving her Grecian pillars of legs much slower, almost sliding them across the floor, still catching her breath from the pilgrimage to the doritos. After looking at the flavors for about 10 seconds, she goes to sit down at a near by table. The table, more human than her, cried out in pain as the wood creaked, straining against the screws holding it up. She orders her sundaes and asks me to bring them to her. I told her she can come get them when she gets up to pay. She looks at me as if I had committed a war crime right in front of her. She rocks back and forth oscillating like a giant pendulum. If only I had a seismograph. She finally builds up enough momentum and gets up from the seat. She tumbles over to the register and pays me. I'm careful to relinquish the money into the register before I get her filth and grease and my hands.  The hot food is almost cooked and there's a few minutes until close. I glance over to see jaba shovel doritos with her backhoe hands into her greasy gullet. Her husband, looking disgusted like Leia chained to her captor, starts spooning I've cream into his mouth, ashamed of the choices he's made that led him to this situation in the sorry existence he calls a life. The food finishes so I wrap it all up to go so I can send these lardos packing and lock the door. I put the food on the counter so the grease golem can come pick it up and leave. Her glutinous slave picks it up instead and, to my shock, goes back to the table and starts unwrapping it. I'm already pissed off about these boulders fucking up my night so this shit was not happening. I tell them I can't leave the store open any longer and they have to leave. This entitled grease blob gets upset with me about how rude I am to try and kick then out. This isn't a fucking restaurant you stupid fuck. I tell them that it's company policy not to keep the doors unlocked late so they have to go. Finally her husband gets too ashamed of her and convinces her to leave. She probably ate him later that night for disrespecting  her .  I made a vow to myself to never put up with that shit ever again.  Edit: I feel like I should address the comma splices, missing commas, and/or any other grammar mistakes.  I'm an engineering student so most things I've learned about the English language have been lost since high school. Feel free to point any errors or though because I use criticism as a means for improvement. I won't complain about my feefees being hurt