I'll share a few of my shitlady moments here because I don't want to begin a whole 'nother discussion: Recently, my little girl recovered from a little tummy bug and I took her to the store so she could pick out some things she liked to eat because bless her little heart, she was sick of broth and rice and bananas. She picked up some fresh fruit to make a fruit salad and we get to the register. A wild beetus was just in front of us. Baby girl looks longingly at the chips at the checkout. "Mommy, can't I get a bag of cheetos?" I tell her to wait a few days until her tummy is 100% before she goes eating too many junky things that might upset it. Beetus turns around and glares at me as she/he/it loads several bags of chips, donuts, Debbie cakes, and frozen pies on the belt. Tee hee. And today...I guess the day after Halloween is a popular day for hams to come out shopping in full force. Being tall and slender, I don't need much room to fit through tight spaces. I enjoyed easily maneuvering between a few fats and their carts/the shelves as I said, "It's okay, you don't have to move. I'm small enough to get by. Thanks!" LOL, I'm such a bitch but so many fat bitches have clowned me for being small and I'm done, fucking DONE giving a damn about their hateful comments and enduring in silence. I'm getting back at the whales every chance I can, for all of Shitkind.