Be in Texas

>Just going through Walmart to grab some almond milk for my oatz
>Leg day (I longboard to and from the gym), so flippety-flopping all over the place
>Mid-wobble, I eye an entire family of hamlets (guess what that means)
>They are all in those carts that walmart provides at the front for disabled customers
>Disgonbegud.wmv
>Proceed to the back aisle, grab everything I need including some non-buttered popcorn and chilli mix
>Make my way back to the front to the self-checkout area
>Mama hamlet (easily <5'0") is causing up a ruckus
>her cart doesn't have enough room to get through to the next kiosk
>she's arguing with some poor black guy who has a look of disgust on his face the whole time
>I watch on as she proceeds to chew the guy out between gasps of air and a (I shit you not) Mega-gulp from one of the local gas stations
>Papa hams is behind her, practically red with rage/embarrassment
>Little hams are following suit, they look like little disabled ducks in a row
>Decide I've had enough, inch my way between them and take the kiosk in question.
>Black guy gives me a smirk, I silently kek, thinking about how I'm posting this on /fit/
>She begins to rail off at me, now.
>I just ignore her, she couldn't keep it up, anyway.
>See an old lady with a walker in the checkout, silently rage
> mfw she probably couldn't get one because these people