Mini-shitlord victory I haven't shitlorded much in public. I've been the stuck in the 'respect adults be nice' rules. But over the past year I've decided I don't give two deep-fried Mars Bars about respecting people who can't even respect themselves enough to stop gorging at the trough, no matter what their age is in human years. I'm becoming more and more confident, and I've started little methods of sticking it to the barges. I can't do much yet, or face the wrath of my family, so I have to be creative, do little things. For one, I have decided that I will NEVER get out of a grease goblin's way. Our paths intersect? You can waddle around me five-chin, because I'm not stepping an inch for you. You haven't earned my politeness. Did this one today when I was out shopping. Once it realized that I wouldn't budge for it, the femayo gave that signature nervous smile fats give, and walked around me. I sent back to her a patronizing sneer. Took the mammoth down a peg or two. I know it isn't very much, but I wanted to remind everyone that we must never pay fats a courtesy. Don't say 'please' and 'thank you'. Don't hold the door. Don't get something down from a shelf for them if they ask. They gave up on societal courtesies when they decided to be so uncourteous as to become blimps. Remember that.