Undercover shitlord? So I'm at my gf's high school reunion.  Of course there are a couple hams here, but my S.O. is only about 45% shitlord at this point so I promise to behave best I can. The establishment sets us up at a section that is one long couch (30 feet long or so), 4 tables, and chairs on the other side.  After the scramble for seats a few buttergolems find themselves having to sit on the booth side with the tight squeeze.  I smirk to myself and someone's husband catches me and smiles a bit too.  Rather than sit there, the piggopotamous' make themselves scarce whenever food isn't around on the table. Cut to the night winding down, people grabbing their coats, and the requisite class picture.  After the event and a few people leave, here they come rolling back around squealing "We missed the picture, we missed the picture, we gotta take it again!!!" While people were getting ready to do just that, Jigglypuff #1 goes to take a angle-from-the ceiling, birds-eye-view, MySpace angle selfie.   Same husband steps in and says, "Let me take that for you", holds the camera eye level, and gives me a sight wink while she's trying to compose herself for the new angle. Wonder if that one ended up on FB.