More from the shitlord grandma So, I took my grandma shopping yesterday. She's one of those old people that grew up in a different time and has lost her will to monitor what she says anymore. Great for shitlording, awful for other issues.  We were at the mall that has multiple plus sized stores. They have recently opened a Torrid there, and she paused for a moment looking in the window.  "Gram, you don't want to go in there. It's a fatass store"  "A fatass store? You mean it's all fat clothes?"  "Yea. All plus sized."  ::still looking:: "I bet your mother shops there. Maybe we should get :my sister: a gift from there. Maybe then she will realize how fat she is and diet"  ":my sister: won't ever diet right. She apparently likes being a fatass and thinks walking will cancel out the shit food she eats"  "I don't get it. If I got that big, I would never leave the house. Maybe if we shamed them instead of building them their own stores, they would lose weight."  "You know that won't happen."  At this point, someone walks toward the front door of the store.  "Look! That one is a ball! I would rather die then look like a round ball of fat."  "Haha I call them planets, because they are big and round"  "Don't sugar coat it. They aren't planets, they are just lazy fatasses. Planets might be useful, they aren't."   I love shopping with her.