Child abusive ham planets at my job. Let me start off by telling you that I work at a bulk store. Like Costco, but not as big. Worse, I work in the food area (pizza, ice cream, beetus and the works). Well I'm doing my job and ringing people up when these two ham planets gravitate towards me. They must have been 350lbs each easy. Their kids are skinny, but you know if wont last. The girl is maybe 5 and the boy 2. He's wearing an oxygen thing on his nose - probably from being squished in mother's gut for 9 months #HAES. Well they walk up and order three slices of pizza (with the most toppings of course) three drinks and an icee. So each slice is 1/5 of a pizza and each drink is 32oz. That was an obscene amount of food for kids so young, but whatever, I just don't want to look at Mrs. Planet anymore. So I ring them up and the femmemoon asks if she can use food stamps. Seriously!? Why the fuck do you have food stamps!? You can obviously afford more than your fair share. At this point I tell her no and take a look over at her cart. It's filled to the brim with genetuks. Chips, sodas, candy, cookie. Remember when I said I work at a bulk store? Yeah, these are Resturant sized boxes. I thought I was done with them, but after 20 minutes, Mr. Planet walks up to the counter. Cue anger at the fact that he couldn't get a free refill on his 32oz icee. Who the fuck needs more than 32oz of icee in one sitting? He then proceeds to order two more slices of pizza and a soda. For those of you keeping track, that's a whole pizza 4 sodas and an icee for two people and two kids under 5. It makes me so sick I typed this out on my phone so forgive any typos