My grocery replaced the competent, friendly staff with fats. I've never made a customer complaint before, but this will be my first. I plan on going back tomorrow to follow-up with management. I was about to check out, and this squat little troll at the register was boisterously complaining about how hot she was, swiveling and fanning herself and being a spectacle. If the nasty despondent attitude wasn't enough, she was only doing this when she wasn't blatantly digging into her weave. Scritch scritch scritching with abandon. Occasionally beating her head with flat palms like a fucking bongo--because how discreet, it totally isn't obvious she hasn't changed her hair in ages and the lack of proper hygiene is catching up with her. The uncouth she-beast had no restraint and kept scratching her filthy head over my $40 of groceries. No courtesy. Not even the pretense of giving two fucks about her job, and she fucking couldn't be assed to bag my groceries properly either. I don't understand how an apparently functioning adult can be so oblivious to the fact that scratching dandruff, scalp infections, lice, or whatever the fuck else is causing her unwashed-for-months head to itch is repulsive to customers. Especially when doing it over their fucking groceries. I'm not naive enough to think she'll be fired, but I do hope that if no one else has made a complaint about her yet (she's new, so I doubt it), this will at least set the ball rolling for a first write-up, and soon have her out the door. Dumb fat cunt. Edit: There's another guy who's wholly incompetent, literally forced himself on me to "help" scan a case of bottled water because god forbid I physically exert myself to lift a few gallons from the cart, drag it across the self-checkout scanner, and then lift it back into the cart. He was yelling "I'll scan that for you!" before he even left the station. And I had told him it was fine, but "no" isn't enough for a fatass, and I had to tell him, like a dog, no--as he was flailing his scanner towards me. Fuck off, fat shit. The second time I dealt with him was at the customer service desk, he fucked up a transaction and needed manager assistance. The manager was on the verge of shaking. I know he won't be here for long, fortunately.