Fat cunt denied my wife a scooter - the revenge. First of all, I'd like to thank all of you who wished Mrs. Cthulhu well. Her knee is much better now. The origin to this story is here. https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/2621197 Today, despite being much better, we had to get a scooter for Mrs. Cthulhu. She isn't quite up to walking a whole store just yet. We got a sweet parking spot right up front and proceeded to the lobby. There was one scooter left. As we wiped the seat down and got her situated, I joked that I hoped this was denying a fatty it's Walmart whip. No sooner do I utter this, than not one, but two enormous beasts hobble in. The presumed grandmother was in its 50s and, I shit you not, 400 pounds, easy, and shuffling with a cane. The presumed granddaughter was, amazingly, just as large. Super ultra duper morbid deathfats.  I finished situating Mrs. Cthulhu in her cart and this thing shot her 120 pound self the typical piggy death glare. I think she was about to protest until it noticed me walking alongside carrying her crutches. As we rolled in, this fucking fat starts bitching at the greeter that there's no scooters, well within our earshot. We both just laugh like schoolkids. She says to me, "did that just make your day, babe?"  Absofuckingloutely.JPG We shop most of the store because its a big trip this time, and I don't see the fats the entire time. Nothing. I even scout the store a bit while she was sitting in line, just to be sure. When we parked the cart, there were two other scooters available, but no planetary duo.  in the face of shopping without a scootypuff, they fucking left. I left that store with a smile as big as their back pain.