Fats in a health food shop I live in the UK and work in a health food shop. When I took the job I thought this would limit my involvement with hams somewhat but unfortunately not. These are the types of hams I have to deal with on a daily basis -  The hams who want to loose weight without changing anything in their life. They "eat very healthy" apparently but just can't exercise due to their condishuns (which they describe in minute detail). They somehow got to 300lbs even though they eat only lettuce and the occasional tomato. They want a magic pill that will allow them to keep stuffing their fat faces but miraculously loose weight too.  The hams who want to gain muscle without working out. Just because a product has the word 'muscle' in the name doesn't mean it will create muscles without you actually moving your lard-ass body. Lazy sods.  The hams who are SO worried about the 'chemicals' in their shampoo. They want something organic, gluten free, no added anything to wash their hair with but don't care that they are literally killing themselves with food everyday. I just want to shout at them that they will be dead from diabeetus long before any shampoo chemicals can affect their precious bodies.  The hams who are just plain rude. I'd say 95% of our rude customers are either overweight or obese. It is rare to get a rude slim customer.  The hams who are smelly / disgusting. Again 95% of these customers are hams. They leave an awful smell in the shop for hours.  The hams who ask if we sell diabetic sweets / chocolate / cakes. These hams are obese and diabetic because of their weight. They do not need to be eating chocolate and sweets, even if they are sugar free. They never listen to me when I say this and I always laugh to myself as I sell them a whole load of chocolate bars. I know in a few hours they will be enjoying explosive diarrhea from the sheer amount of sweeteners they have eaten.  And finally the hams who don't even bother walking around the small shop (less than 10m in length). They simply come in the door and ask (or usually grunt) at me to go and get them whatever they want. I spend ages running up and down the shop bringing them products and checking prices for them. They don't care that they could walk a few meters and save me all this running backwards and forwards when I've been on my feet all day. Assholes.  The only bonus to working in this small shop is that the huge fats on those scootypuffs can't fit easily. A woman got herself wedged between the coconut oil and vitamins the other day and I left her there for a good ten minutes before I "noticed" and went to free her. Told her she'll have to walk next time. She hasn't been back since.