Fattie and some subtle shitlording at Hobby Lobby So, I'm crocheting a baby blanket and was looking for a specific type of yarn. I'm new to crocheting, so I thought maybe, after not finding the yarn called for in the pattern, someone could help me find something similar. At the opposite end of the aisle, I saw an employee. The only obstacles in my way were a slowly waddling oreogre and its screaming toddler running up and down the aisle. The toddler noticed me, but continued to yell while his mom lumbered down the middle of the aisle, leaving only a few inches left. I said, "Excuse me" and still had to side-step around this beast. I get to the employee and while I'm asking her my question, we both hear, "THAT'S WHY I WAS WALKING DOWN THE AISLE, YOU KNOW!" Fatty McButterpants waddles past us and turns to face me, with the employee between us. It put its hands on its hips and glared, huffed (most likely out of the strenuous walk down the aisle) and puffed while the employee helped me. The most glorious part? Both the employee and I treated her as if she were completely invisible. We walked down the aisle towards another aisle, and a good minute later, it comes puffing around the corner, interrupting again with, "EXCUSE ME, BUT I NEED HELP!" Still no acknowledgement there was another human present. I just kept asking the employee stupid pointless questions at this point, to piss off the whale even more, and we browsed the baby blanket yarn for a while.  This thing was a full grown adult, and was acting like its child that it clearly ignored.