The power of words: A shitlord's tale I have a hobby of taking pictures of fat people like one would of wildebeests on safari and posting them here, but I rarely shitlord openly. Today, however  I was pushed to my breaking point and was pleased to see that in today's world calling someone fat still has the power to hurt fee-fees. Long story short, I parked my car for literally a minute in my neighborhood in a temporary no parking time  (street-sweeping). When I returned to my car, I saw an enormous beast who I estimate was around 5'4 and 280 lbs in what were most likely XXXXL uniform pants writing me a parking ticket. I live in a major American city and tickets like this cost about $175.  I politely asked, "Could you please not write me a ticket? I really just left the car for a second." The pig smirked at me and mocked me, mimicking my voice and saying, "Could you please not park in a no parking zone? It really doesn't matter that you left the car for a second." She then went on to state that she'd already started writing the ticket and it was "impossible" for not to finish it. I was actually pretty surprised by her unprovoked nastiness and started to get angry.  I told her, "Enjoy your day," and moved to get into my car.  "Enjoy your BMW!" she called after me. I want to add here that my car is a shitty 2002 BMW with tons of scratches and issues which first belonged to my dad and now my brother. It is worth probably less than $2000 and by no means is some flashy car. I'm still not sure what her intent was in saying that. Perhaps she was implying that since I drive a BMW I can afford to waste $175 on a bullshit ticket? But at the time all I knew is that I was done being civil to this landwhale. I turned back around and stared in her eyes. "Enjoy being fat!"  Her mouth opened into an "O" and hung there for a few seconds, and unfortunately for her she didn't have 17 donuts to shove in to ease the sting of my insult. After a moment she attempted to laugh as though it didn't bother her, but I could hear the butthurt.  She called out "I will!" in a shaky voice that sounded on the verge of tears.  I whirled around and again made eye contact and told her, "It's okay, you're going to die young anyway." She brayed another "Hmph" noise. I gave her a full-body once over and said, "Enjoy your type 2 diabetes. I'm sure you already have it." I then got in my car, went to the gym, had a great workout and had an amazing day from that point on. I'm sure she cried in a McDonalds parking lot while shoveling cheeseburgers into her greasy face. I'm so happy to see that even with all the fat acceptance crap being pushed in both mainstream media and Tumblr that simply calling someone fat is enough to ruin their day and make them upset.