So that's why the merchandise gets so busted up....a Tail from Whalemart So occasionally I venture beyond my comfort zone into the mysterious place I call Whalemart. Normally I avoid it...like a fat kid avoids veggies. But today we had to go, so we go. Now ever notice the merchandise that from time to time is damaged and still on the floor? Don't be so quick to write that off as the workers being rough during stocking. It may be scootypuff beasts to blame. So early on in this...adventure we were heading down a fairly open area when this huge melting like blob thing on a scootnpoot comes flying out of an isle with no regard for it's surrounding, nearly colliding with a family member of mine in the process. Tee hee! It giggled this very high pitch...girly sound that reminded me a bit of Umbridge from the harry potter movies. Shortly after another butterball comes out of the adjacent isle, and while he was not quite oozing out of the seat fat, he definitely had the belly of a women expecting....4 sets of triplets. So they go on their merry way and I just shake my head and loudly remark that the only reason they are on those things is because they are afraid of walking. It's late at night, figured we probably wouldn't have another encounter. Half way through the store I saw it again, the amorphous blob on wheels went down the isle right next to ours...and shortly after there was a loud crash, following by the sound of something breaking and that high pitch irritating giggle noise again. I ran over and sure enough the fat hog had managed to knock into a side display, completely breaking it. It's fellow compatriot of the diabeetus club came around...and collided with her and another set up that had storage things (some of which got damaged in the process). Neither one made any attempt to fix the mess they made, they just went on laughing like they were having a good ole time. Well they didn't get far before I flagged a worker down (this was actually a fairly fit looking worker, lanky, not fat) to let them know that those two scoottypuff bound things had just barreled into things and broke them. The poor guy looked half defeated and said that wasn't first collision they had since showing up. He thanked me for letting him know and got to work fixing things (I think he had some sort of a radio/mic or something because he touched it and spoke into when he walked away. Later on I found the beast parked in the kids clothes section. Neither one had anything in their carts, and I can't help but wonder if they were just joy riding on the things or trying to shop lift when they think they can get away with it. So yeah, sometimes the people who stock these things are rough and break merchandise. Sometimes it's blobs of lard who barrel around and do it. No plans to take more trips of to Whale-world any time soon. No I don't know if they did anything at all about those pigs. I am hoping that when they left security stops them, pats them down to make sure they don't have anything hidden in the sea of fabric they call clothes (or the folds) and perhaps demand they cover the cost of the damaged display/goods. I can dream right?