Japanese Shitlord in the American Mid-West I went to my favorite Japanese restaurant for some ramen yesterday and the most wonderful scenario played out. Starts off fairly normal - order food, sit down. Then the owner, a very cool old Japanese guy, says this to me when handing us our food:  "Where are you from?" This takes me by surprise a bit, so I tell him my dinky little nowhere town's name, and my boyfriend understanding better says "this state's name" The guy responds   "Really???" Usually this state girls are..." he then opens his arms to demonstrate the girth of the average girl in this college town.  "You look really good! Do you not eat something? My daughter is skinny too and she doesn't eat meat." Except I didn't really understand his accent very well, so I didn't get to say "I just eat the proper amount"  But I did smile and say thank you. :) My boyfriend told me what he said afterward. And left him a $10 tip because he was so cool and entertaining the whole time. (And great food!) Sad how shocking I was, but a great confidence boost to top-off the day. I love shitlords.