This is actually a two part story, because I may as well set the stage.
Pokecalf is an alternative name for a very specific kid that is seen most frequently during late summer wandering with his mother at my job. The mom herself is a planet, probably around the 200-250 mark. Squat, badly dyed hair, traditional flip-flops any time of the year, and the obligatory smug face, and great personality that fat cows are known for.
Her calf, seems to be an only child. When I last saw him he was proudly wearing a pokemon themed outfit that he had obviously outgrown due to fatness. He had the start of a fupa going, and the worst fat kid shit attitude ever. The first time I met this kid, he was in the middle of an isle at work having a full blown melt down (sitting in a casual stroller, why I have no idea he's too damn old for it). He wanted candy, and soda, and he wanted it now not later. So the sow leaves him tantruming, goes to the front and buys him candy and soda, and he calms down.
Ever wish that making your kid a fat obnoxious spoiled brat was considered child abuse? Yeah, I do too. I don't really hate the kid. Actually, if you get him away from his sow mother, he can sometimes be pleasant. He likes to ask questions, and seems really excited when anyone pays legitimate attention to him. It's strange. He can be calm, polite, and collected around non family. He's a total little shit to his mom. His mom just caves and enables it. Lately he and his family have not been showing up, and I'm not missing the wailing piercing screams of a child going through sugar withdrawal.
So now that we are caught up I went to buy some groceries today. Just to stock up on fresh things on sale. Now the place I went to, I've had too many close calls backing out only for fatfucks to come speeding by paying no fucking attention. So now I patiently look to pull through. Found a great spot, far enough away to avoid those fat people dings. Then as I get half-way into the spot an entire cow family jumps out with absolutely no self awareness from a vehicle beside it.
It was like watching a clown car full of obese clowns pile out. Then I saw the mom, and the kid and I'm like "Wait I know these people". It's Pokecalf, and his mom, and father, and at least three other people. The others were all...well once men. My god, the father looked like a bad cross between fat Guy(from that drive in and dives show), and Larry the Cable Guy. The men all grab the now much fatter pokekid who has a pronounced belly fupa and start helping IN THE MIDDLE OF A GODDAMN PARKING SPACE THAT I ALREADY HALF OCCUPY to, and I'm not making this shit up, help the kid get his shorts to stay up properly. He has no waist, and nothing for the elastic band to really go around. It was embarrassing for him I'ms ure, and the look on the kids face was that of pure sadness. This was his life. His mom had opened the driving side as wide as possible and spent a good 2 minutes shoving things into her purse. Eventually they left, but not before the women giving me this huge glare of "FUCK YOU". It was interesting.
Okay, so I couldn't help it. While doing my own shopping I sought out where this pack of obese clowns went. You don't have to even guess. They had two carts, and were split in two groups grabbing insane amounts of junk food. I'm talking chips, big bags of candy, large multi packs of soda, and when I went to the dairy section to grab my yogurt, one had made it that way and was loading up on hot pockets, and pizza.
I came, went, and left before they were done loading upon everything wrong with their diet. The kid did at one point try to say hi, he recognized me. His mother elbowed him and told him to shush. It was kind of sad. I still really fervently wished there was a point to reporting the family to CPS. That kid needs out while he still has shame. A kid shouldn't need help because his stomach fupa won't let his elastic shorts don't stay up.
Anyway, story of the day. I hate what this country is becoming. :C