Grocery Fats I went and did the grocery shopping today. To try and maximize savings without skimping on quality, I usually go to a few different stores and buy different things. The first store I went to was a restaurant supply/bulk food outlet. Kind of like Costco, except you don't need a membership or have to own a business to shop there. They only had 2 cash registers open, and both lines were about the same length. I only had 3 items and there was no express lane, so I got in line behind a fatty and his chubby offspring who looked like he was buying supplies for a convenience store. Among the things he was buying were packages upon packages of Oreos and chocolate chip cookies. He started arguing with the cashier that the oreos were supposed to be on sale, so she did a price check and he was right. She apologized, explained that she was removing them from the bill, then she was going to ring them in under the correct price. He starts yelling at her, and told her to cancel the entire order, and ring everything back in from the beginning. There was over 50 items already scanned at this point, and there was clearly no need to do this, as the cashier had corrected the problem. But fatty had to make sure he didn't pay even a penny extra for his beetus. Fuck everybody else who was waiting patiently in line, right? So I snatched my 3 items up off the belt, muttered, "fat fucking asshole" just loud enough for him to hear, and went to wait in the other line. Obeast number 2 was encountered at the store where I get my produce. It's one of those places where they make you bag your own groceries. A 350+ pounder was in front of me, huffing and puffing and struggling to breathe as it bagged its groceries. I only had maybe 15 items, so the cashier was finished with my order pretty quickly. Except fatty hadn't moved out of the way. His entire cart and his giant fat ass were blocking the exit to the main aisle. The cashier (a smallfat) shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, but didn't actually say anything to the butter bison about how he was blocking the exit for other customers. I let out a sharp, "excuse me," and it moved slightly - enough for me to squeeze by its fetid fat rolls, but not enough so that it wasn't still a nuisance. I quickly bagged my produce as the spandex abuser still stood there wheezing, as if bagging groceries was the only exercise it had gotten since the Reagan administration (it probably was). Of course, everything it had was junk - chips, soda, candy, ice cream, and loaves and loaves of white bread. Fats are such a fucking burden to the rest of us. I don't know if they don't realize how much they inconvenience everyone around them, or whether they just don't care, but they seriously shouldn't be allowed out in polite society.