Fat at the Deli There's a lovely little deli and butcher shop within walking distance of my home. They smoke all their meats in-house, and they also carry a number of specialty items that I've never seen elsewhere. The staff are friendly, and several of them recognize me when I go in. It's a great little place. I walked over there this afternoon before it started raining, and as I approached the store, I saw a car parked crooked in the fire zone. I shook my head, muttered, "stupid asshole," and walked into the store. I made small talk with the deli clerk while she sliced lunch meats and cheese for me. As I was standing at the deli counter, an obeast came up beside me. Despite the large, colourful sign that said "PLEASE USE TONGS" he stuck his filthy paw into the container containing the loose pepperettes, shoved a fistful into one of the plastic bags that was there, and then put his hoof back in to grab another handful. Disgusted, I looked at him but he didn't notice me. He stumbled away towards the cash register. I told the deli clerk what had happened, and she looked at the man, rolled her eyes and said, "ugh, that guy again." She removed the container from the counter, presumably to throw the remaining pepperettes into the trash. "He's the reason why we need a sign." "How ignorant do you have to be? That's so gross," I said. "I think I'm going to have to buy the vacuum packed ones from now on." (Which the store also makes and seals themselves.) I paid for my purchase and left the store to walk back home, when who did I see sitting in the car parked in the fire zone? The same fucking obeast. Fat fucks are so goddamn inconsiderate of others.