The ballad of Brittany I had a few people mention that this deserves its own post so here it is in copy pasta glory.  I used to work at a sporting goods store. At least once a day we would have a fat fuck come in and ask why the store doesn't have yoga pants in 6x or why isn't this sports bra available in a 4x busty. Our manager had a list that all of the assistant managers had to memorize of very shitty PC answers like, "we have lobbied for the manufacturer to expand their size offerings but they won't" etc. I worked with this shitlady named Brittany that was born with one arm. She was the most brutal competitor that I have ever seen. She was the best at everything (except left handed hand jobs). One day Brittany got passed over for a promotion that she deserved and she was feeling particularly edgy when this meatball of a being waddled up and started complaining that there wasn't a planet size tank top that has a witty workout saying on it. Brittany apologized to the eat beast because we "keep the extended sizes in the back room". She told the land whale not to move a mobility scooter wheel and want to get the requested size. Brittany walked back over with a 6 person tent and put it in the cart and then with as much class as I have ever seen asked if the meat planet needed leggings for her new top. It was glorious. It was one of the best "I quit" moves ever seen be other humans. I almost pissed my pants laughing. The managers all went into damage control mode and started apologizing and kissing fatty fatty mohatty's ass but the damage was done.