A Few Stories from This Week It's been a rough week, but I managed to get a few stories out of it: 1) I was at the grocery store for the weekly shop, consisting mostly of fresh fruits, veggies, and dairy products. I had grabbed a 500g tub of plain Greek yogurt, but forgot to look at the expiry date. While I was waiting in line to pay, I realized I hadn't looked at the date - October 6. The cashier was definitely obese, but maybe closer to BMI 30 (so not a deathfat). When she started to ring through my purchase, I handed her the container and told her I didn't want it because it didn't have a good date. Instead of saying "OK" and just putting it aside, she looks at the date on the container, then gives me a dirty look and says, "October 6th isn't good enough?" So I replied, "no, there's only 2 of us in the house, we won't eat it that fast." Butthurt fatty didn't say anything else to me until it was time to tell me the total. 2) Went to the gym Thursday morning. It's a small gym, but they're moving to a bigger location soon. There's only 3 squat racks right now. And one of them was being occupied by a porky shebeast. She pulled a bench into the squat rack and I have no idea what she was doing. Since all the racks were taken, I went to do some other stuff and went back. The shebeast has now left the squat rack and gone to the cable machine, but the bench she had pulled over was still there. So I went up to her and asked, "are you finished with the squat rack?" She said yes, so I pointed and said loudly enough for those closeby to hear, "you forgot to move the bench back." Ham sheepishly walked over and moved the bench back to its proper location. Nothing pisses me off more than people who can't follow simple gym etiquette. Usually it's fats. 3) My husband and I have been looking for part-time child care for our son. Daycare centers are very expensive, so we have been exploring the option of Registered Home Daycares. There is an organization here in the city that will match you with a home daycare. So you go to the head office for a meeting, give them your information, and they will generate a list of possible matches for you. It's then up to you to contact these home daycares and do interviews. During our meeting at the head office, the worker we met with highly recommended one of the providers, so we met with that provider today at her home. It was an older home, which is not uncommon for the area that we live in, but the outside seemed to be kept fairly well. We ring the doorbell, and as soon as the door is opened, I'm hit by the distinct smell of cat urine. Now I grew up around animals and actually worked in the veterinary field for a while, so for me to say the smell was bad means it was bad. And of course the provider was an obeast. I just can't believe this lard bucket came so highly recommended by the person at the head office. I would never leave my child with her. My husband has already contacted the head office and left a message, and will be calling again on Monday to tear them a new one.