My Shitlady Mom She has a credit account with a clothing company that caters to obeasts. She didn't know it at the time she got the account, she thought it was just clothing appropriate for older women. So, she got the account and ordered a few tops. They come in and they are huge, she can't wear them and sends them back for refund. They keep the account open obviously and keep sending her the catalogue. She got an email from them today saying she has a credit of $20 with them. She says "I can't wear their stuff why do they keep sending me this?"  (she's old and a bit senile sometimes so I cut her some slack). So I tell her to call and cancel the account but they are going to try to get her to keep it so she better have a good reason ready. Mom "I can't wear their shit I'm not fat!"   Well, ok, then, I guess that ought to do it.  Sidenote: one fun thing about getting old is you pretty much say whatever you want because you don't care anymore. I'm looking forward to it!