I saw a particularly loathsome case in the supermarket last night at 11pm. Post-wall single mom (who hadn't put off the baby weight) with brown hippie dress and a bull ring in her nose is checking out in front of me. Her boyfriend du jour is a chicken-necked skeevy nickelback live show way back of the stadium extra. Her 6-7 year old daughter is a girl version of Eric Cartman, loud and fat. Girl Cartman start hollering for something in the cart, when she doesn't get it immediately, she starts cry…