They're great if you have no-filter shitlord grandparents. My grandma recently passed, but I'll always fondly remember when they took me to a Chinese buffet (the place disgusts me, but they love cheap food).  We get seated, she scans the other patrons, spots one fatass whose guts is literally hanging out of the bottom of his shirt and over the edge of the seat, then she loudly announces "There sure are a lot of fat people here." So many glares.  So many beautiful, eyes welling with buttery tears glares.