An increase in fat means a decrease in brain cells My sister sent me a message today to ask if I could pick up a bridesmaid dress for her at David's Bridal, as I'm in town and it's 45 minutes away from her (one way). I said sure. She said it was fully paid, and sent me a copy of the confirmation e-mail in case the employees asked any questions. Upon getting to the bridal store, I was greeted by a very obese employee, ironically, standing almost immediately beside a very obese mannequin. She asked if she could help me, so I explained that I was there to pick up a bridesmaid's dress for my sister. She waddled over to a computer, and I told her my sister's name. While the hambeast was searching its records, I asked if she wanted to see the confirmation e-mail my sister received from the shop, figuring it might speed up the process. She said no. After a few minutes of searching, she says she couldn't find it, and asks if I'm the bride. I said no. She asked if I knew the bride's name, to which I said, "no, I am just here to pick up a bridesmaid dress for my sister. I have a copy of the confirmation e-mail here..." and practically shoved my phone in her face so she can see it. She just replied, "I need to get a manager" and waddled off. A few minutes later, the smallfat manager comes over with the butter bison and asks how she can help me. Slightly irritated, I explained again that I was there to pick up a bridesmaid dress for my sister because she's from out of town. I told her I had a copy of the e-mail sent to my sister, would she like to see it? She said no, and asked my sister's name, so I spelled it out for her. Then she asked if the bride's name was blah blah blah and I said I had no idea, I was just there to pick up the dress. It was at this point that the obeast sheepishly asked the hamager if she could finish the transaction because she had to go to the bathroom, and it waddled off towards the back of the store, most likely to destroy the restroom. The hamager then asked me if I knew the wedding date, and again I said I didn't know. Then she asked what kind of dress it was. Dumbfounded, I replied, "a bridesmaid dress" because I had already explained several times that's what I was there for. She says, "no, I mean do you know the style or the colour...?" Frustrated, I blurted out, "listen, I literally don't know anything about this wedding, whose it is, or what this dress looks like. The bride is a friend of my sister's, and my sister got the confirmation e-mail today that it was ready for pick-up, and asked me to pick it up since I live in [city] and she doesn't. Do you want to see that confirmation e-mail now?" It was at this point the hamager was finally smart enough to say yes. It took her less than 5 seconds to find the record in her computer, then she got the dress, gave it to me, and I signed the paperwork and GTFO. All that time wasted dealing with these two moronic hams, when they could have just listened to me from the very beginning and looked at the fucking e-mail. Don't ever hire fat employees, ladies and gentlemen. And I told my sister she owes me a bottle of wine for having to deal with that stupidity.