My husband and I like to shitlord in public We went grocery shopping the other day, and we turn down the cereal aisle to find two ham planets and their mini moon. Seriously, this girl could be no older than ten and was almost perfectly round. I half expected some oompa loompas to roll her out of the store. My husband noticed them first, and gave me that grin that said he wanted to say something. Instead, he pointed to one of those breakfast bars and told me that they're good, but full of sugar, and asked if I wanted to get a box. I responded with 'No! I don't eat that shit! I don't want to get fat!'. Cue whale glares. They quickly left the aisle and we didn't see them again until the parking lot where the mini moon was already digging into the groceries as they were being loaded into their car.   I love that I turned my husband into a shitlord.