Walfart Fats Suck My husband's grandma is probably 90 pounds soaking wet. She has a messed up vertabre so she can't walk very far or pick anything up. She's also on a lot of meds (which she takes with wine) so she can't drive either. So I take her to appointments and to go shopping.  So we got pedicures and then went to Wal-Mart because it was the only store on the way home. Neither of us shop at Wal-Mart unless we have to because of its shitty business practices, and it's always crowded and chaotic, and why miss a trip to target?   But i needed diapers so we stopped.   No handicapped spots open (shocker) so I dropped her off and went to park. I meet her inside and we look for a scooter.  Was there a scooter Kids?  Of fucking course not.  I ask the receipt checker where the scooters were. He shrugged. Didn't even say anything, didn't stand up and look. He was fat and sitting in a chair by the way.  So I sit Grandy on the bench by the door and promise to hurry since it's metal and she's clearly in discomfort.   I counted 5 scooters in use while I ran around. 1 by a frail looking old man and the other 4 by fats 50 and younger.   I use self check out despite having like 30 things because the lines were all packed and the self checkout was empty.   I had an issue with one of the barcode so I signalled for help.   No shit, the worker (bmi around 30 I'd guess) motioned me over. He legit waved at me to leave my stuff and bring the thing over to him.  So I get through that and come back to find Grandy standing while 1 huge guy took up the whole bench. Sweatpants, patriotic hat, cane, hella gross patchy beard, you know the type.   Grandy was having a conversation with him and he was bitching about  "illegals hng build the wall guuhhh stealing our jobs". She was looking pretty irritated, dealing with this guy who turned out to be on disability (another shocker), so hurried to load the car and come pick her up.  She was in so much pain on the drive home I wanted to go back and stab everyone.