Account Deleted By User Hey Loves, It's been a while since I've told a story, but this little tidbit was too good to pass up.   Yesterday, my little shitlad and I went to the Pet Feed Store to pick up some baby chicks.  Very exciting time, so we're waiting by the bins for the woman there to help us, and there is this fat (who I can only assume is purchasing hog feed) sticking her hands in the chick's bins (She thinks they're chicken nuggets?).  There is a big sign at eye level that says "PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH." Why? because baby chicks are cute, but also can carry salmonella (which is why you wash your hands after handling them.)  After the woman running the counter is finished with her customer, she notices said middle age fat sticking her hands in the bin and says "Excuse me ma'am, please don't touch the chicks." very reasonably if you ask me.  The fat scoffs and says "I'm naaaahhtttt, I'm taking pictures" and holds up her phone.  Now when I say she sounded like a straight 14 year old going "Gahd mom, stop embarrassing me." I couldn't believe the attitude from this middle aged sow. It's hard to tell the age of a wild fat, but I'd gather she was at least 45.  The employee just says "Ok, please just be careful not to touch any of them." So the fat says, "it doesn't even matter, one of them is dead anyway."  Nice, in front of my kid lady.  So of course I peek in concerned, and the chick isn't dead, it is just sleeping.  Baby chicks look ridiculous when they sleep, head to the side, wings spread out, and they have very shallow breaths because they're teensy weensy. So I say "don't worry, it's not dead, thats just how they sleep." to which I get a glare and she turned away from me.  Sorry for trying to reassure you?  I mean, I would be worried about a dead chick, but fats only care about themselves so I shouldn't have been surprised.   The counter woman comes over to me to see if we are picking up, which we were and she starts letting my son pick the chicks he wants when a manager comes over and whispers "Someone made a complaint about you." And who is standing at the counter glaring at her but little miss piggy.  Manager walks away, and I whisper "Is it because of you asking not to stick her hands in the bin?" and she says it is, and she doesn't care what that woman was claiming to do, no one sticks their phone right into the bin to take pictures.   I had to leave shortly afterwards to get our new babies home, but it ticked me off that this fat would be such a whiny bitch, and complained to the manager about the employee doing her job.  This poor girl probably had to get some sort of scolding or correction in front of the manager so that the pig would leave satisfied.  Maybe they gave her a complimentary bag of hog feed.