First public shitlording in front of a Fat and her family Yesterday, my normal weight sister and I were leaving a restaurant with her two little children (she couldn't find a last minute babysitter). One of her kids was standing next to the car that was parked near ours (it shouldn't have been parked so close to our side anyway). The family that owned that car come out of the restaurant as well. The mother is at least 280 lb, spherical, and short. But also fierce.. she had those obscenely huge, fatty, oblong udders that she was trying to show off in her low-cut (but ugly) top and her hair was curled, a dead-ringer for Miss Piggy. The father was a smaller fat, shuffling after her. Her kids looked like they were about 1 and 2 and the older one was already tubbier than a normal child should be. She waddles to the car, sniffs at us and the kids, and snidely says, "exCUSE me." Her nose is literally in the air, her eyes in slits, scowling her jowls. Mind you, both my sis and I are dressed very nicely. My sister has on a nice, form-fitting dress and I am in a fluttery off-the shoulder crop top with a high-waisted pencil skirt. Clothes that actually show off real, mayo-less curves. We are also wearing high heels. Since we were allowed to wear makeup and heels, both of us took pride in our appearance and dressed nicely on limited budgets. Because we can all agree that a $10 dress on a normal female will look 50 times better than a couture gown on a pig. Anyway, I turn to my sister and loudly say, "You think she's a bitch because she's a miserable Fat ... or was she born that way?" I swear I was never this bold before but she pissed me off. Who did she think she was? Almost plowing into a small child and thinking that somehow she had the right of way? We were there first, so WE get into our cars first. But we actually let her, her husband, and brood move past us. The husband stares and she obviously notices, which I knew would happen, and this just makes this small altercation even sweeter. She obviously hears my remark as well. So when she finally squeezes into the safety of her car, she flips us off. My sister and I look at her and double over in laughter. She slits her eyes even more and her small-fat husband maneuvers their car out of the parking space as fast as he can, no longer looking at anyone. We get into our own car with the kids, both out of breath from laughter and not our fat. My sister says that she hopes both of them realized that it's possible not to turn into a miserable Fat bitch after having children. However, I'm almost positive that's instead of doing anything about her girth, Miss Piggy will most likely be crying into her bowl of cake the rest the week.