An evening of mild shitlording... and a fat who limits everything but her caloric intake. So last week I went to another city to catch up with a friend of mine who lives there. She brought a fat friend, like real short and real round. Definitely classified as obese, you can tell by looking. I figure this night could become even better with some subtle shitlording, and my god it was easy.  We meet up, introduce ourselves, and get walking. Friend and I are side by side on the sidewalk walking a normal pace while Fatty is already lagging behind. In the midst of our chatter and giggling I'd turn back to look at Fatty and ask in a joking way, "You still with us back there?" addressing her trouble of keeping up to a walking pace. A pained smile and nervous giggle was her reply, like she was unsure if I was joking around with her or being a dick to her. Comments like continued throughout the night.  At the pub, Fatty said she wasn't going to eat anything as she'd already had dinner (but didn't hesitate to polish off my fries when I offered them up), but Friend and I indulged since that WAS our dinner. I got myself a burger and went on and on giggling about "how much of a total fatty I was being for eating a greasy cheeseburger, and oh gosh, I just don't have any self control teehee." Friend laughed with me, Fatty had an uncomfortable smile. As classless, northern, drunk bitches do, sometime during the night Friend and I started laughing about sex, guys, one night stands, all that jazz. I noticed that fatty seemed entirely left out of this conversation, like she had nothing to add. Perhaps because she lacked those experiences...lol. At one point we were talking about guys who'd get clingy and Fatty suddenly went into this story about how "her fling confessed his love to her while they were having sex" and the story was just.... so weird, like very vague, and Friend was just staring blankly at Fatty. I got the vibe that Fatty was making it up to be a part of the convo but Friend knew it wasn't all that true. It was silent and awkward for a few seconds as Friend and I stared at fatty blankly. Then we just turned back to each other and continued to exclude the Fatty. Later, Friend and I were laughing about crazy northern life, and got onto the topic of a bizarre tradition in a northern Canadian town called Dawson in which they use a real amputated human toe in their drinks as a novelty item. "Sourtoe Cocktail." It sounds gross, and it is, but it's the most popular tourist trap that town has. Fatty asked us where they'd get this toe, smiling in disbelief, and I explained that the first toe was amputated due to frostbite, but others have been donated by people who have needed their own amputations including "disgusting, diabeetus toes from fatasses who appreciate the tradition." Her smiling face snapped shut when I said that and it looked like I'd just slapped her, but Friend was laughing too hard to hear any of it and I continued to chatter on so that fatty wouldn't have a chance to really process or address what I'd said. For the record, they do not use necrotic beetus toes. Mostly just frostbitten ones. Later on we were talking about loss and grief as Friend was going through a rough few months, and Fatty decided to talk about her obese aunt who died from like, three cancers, had lost a leg to the beetus, and more fatty ailments that I was too drunk/high to remember. She said it expecting pity for her poor, tortured soul of an aunt whale, and I just wrinkled my nose and said "Sounds awful, that's why I'm careful to take good care of myself so I don't have to put anyone through that." Again, her face dropped, but Friend had bowled us over with a new conversation and Fatty seemed to get distracted and again didn't address anything. At the end of the night, Friend, her roommate that joined us, and I started swapping around clothes they didn't want anymore to get rid of stuff we didn't like and get new hand-me-down digs and all of us fit flawlessly in each other's gear. Except for Fatty, of course, who once again sat to the side in silence, watching us. I can't imagine having to sit back and watch normal people having a good time, having fun conversation, swapping stories and all without being able to join in. She made bad choices for her to end up that big, and it affected so much of her life that she shouldn't even include herself in a casual party. Why would anyone choose such a pathetic life? All she has to do is put down the fork. It's not that hard. TLDR; skinny party has fun, fatty can't join in any conversation without being reminded how fat she is.