Fat cashiers drooling on customers' purchases. Alright, so if there's one fat interaction that really pisses me off, it is FAT CASHIERS. I swear, anytime I've bought anything sweet, and a hambeast is working the till, I have to hear about how it's "Mmmm, so good, I love this." A month or so ago I was out shopping for groceries. I'd picked up some Halo Top, amongst other things. Now, for those who don't know, Halo Top is a calorie-reduced icecream. Of course, this makes it popular amongst the butterhuffers because since it's diet and 'healthy' with 'muh protien', the calories don't count, tee-hee! (I swear, everytime I go to buy Halo Top I have to fight through a wall of slobbering fats to get a pint, am I the only thin person who eats the stuff or what?) I approach the till, and, great, the worker is a fat. Well, I hope that it'll be a quick encounter, so I don't have to deal with it longer than I have to. Of course, since obeasts move like they're wading in molasses, my hopes are dash pretty damn quick. The moment this femayo lays her little grabby sausage-stumps on the ice cream, the food arousal begins. I have to listen to a long tirade about how it's so delicious and "I get this kind all the time!" I bit my tongue because I was with my father, but had I been alone I would've laughed and said "Yea, maybe too much!" Today it happened again. At the store grabbing dessert, and the blob working the register subjects me to her blatherings of how tasty it is. Fats, please stop eyeing my food. I want to enjoy my ice cream in peace without being haunted by images of your double-FUPA. (One more hilarious thing is how they're often unable to identify the healthy foods, such as certain vegetables).