Fat Employees: grocery store edition I took the bab to the grocery store today to pick up some baking essentials for a bday party this weekend. BB is a little less than 6 months old, and I have taken to explaining everything I do, as I do it.  I am wearing my baby and walking around pushing one of those mini carts, and I have walked the whole store once looking for something, and I see 2 employees conversing at the hot food bar. One was in great shape, but the other had to be at least 350 and he was leaning his fat bloated carcass against the counter, his gunt pressing against the area where people grab their food from.  At 4’ away I say “Excuse me, hi” because I needed some help finding an item. They totally ignored me, no acknowledgement. The fit one was loading up food, but the fat one was unlikely also on break. I didn’t really wan’t help from a slob who probably stunk anyway, so I walked away, but while still in earshot proceeded to explain to my baby why “it isn’t worth asking fat employees for help because they are too lazy to even stand and hold their own fat asses up against the force of gravity, let alone help you, because they only ever want to do the absolute bare minimum, lest they burn too many calories and need to replenish their genetics.”  A human employee helped me other the other side of the store, and I chose a different human to check out with.  Side note: Why do most fat fucks just stand with their jaw hanging out? It’s revolting.