I could kill my fat-sympathizer coworker right now So today I was at work minding my own business when this absolutely disgusting neckbeard ham came in the store. I know I know- what other kind of ham is there besides disgusting, right? But this one was extra revolting even compared to the countless other planetary bodies I see on a daily basis, living in the south as I do. Easily 350-400, greasy hair, stained ratty clothing, a eye-watering stench that wafted through the whole store, and the worst part- bed bug bites ALL over every inch of exposed flesh. Oh god, it was so gross. I can already picture his house; garbage, vermin, moldy takeout containers, piss jugs, and waifu pillows everywhere. I gagged at the sight of him and then gagged some more when his odor hit me. Ugh, whatever, I'll just keep my distance and try to remain professional. I found some busy work to do in the back so I wouldn't have to help him, and he wandered around the store for a while, playing with the electronics on display and getting McChicken fingerprints all over them. Finally one of the male reps reluctantly went over to see what he needed. Surprisingly, he ended up buying an iPad(fats usually just come in for free tech support, never to buy anything) and as the rep was wrapping up the transaction he(my coworker) asked me for one of my business cards.  Now, this is a common practice in my store- if one of us is out of cards, we'll just borrow one from someone else and scribble out their contact info and write ours in so the customer can contact us if they have any issues or want to buy some more shit later on. Naturally I thought this was why he wanted one of my cards, so I gave him one and thought nothing else of it.  The filthy slob eventually made it to the door without collapsing from a heart attack and my coworker came over to me, giggling furiously. I asked him what was so funny but he was laughing too hard to answer. I fully expected that he was thinking the same thoughts I was about how nasty this thing was, but when he managed to compose himself, he told me that the reason he needed my card is because the blob had specifically asked for MY card. A horrifying realization then dawned on me- It had been staring at me the whole time it had been stinking up the store, and now it all made sense. BugBite McBeetuslegs thought I was cute and my coworker just didn't feel it would be polite or professional to deny him my fucking contact information! Oh god... oh god, no. Kill me now. Thankfully my personal number is not on my cards, but my name, email, and work number is. God fucking damnit. I fully expect this... creature to try and track me down on facebook or bombard my work phone with sickening texts and calls. I'm so pissed right now. I know he did it in retaliation too, cause earlier in the day I had purchased the last of a certain accessory that he had wanted to buy himself, but jesus tits, this is SO much worse. I don't deserve this :(