Subtle shitlording (short story) SO and I went out for dinner last night. It was an order at the counter place. Cashier helping us was at least 300 pounds. I was torn between 2 salads, and decided to ask her opinion.  Me: "Have you had either of these salads?"  It: "Uh...."  Me: "Okay never mind I will have that one." Hubby wanted some fruit with his dinner. Asked the fat if she knew what kind of fruit it was. It had no clue. We got to our table and gave each other a knowing look, and I thought, "Damn, I love him."