Shitlording at Chic Fil A My daughter absolutely killed it at swimming lessons this morning so after I treated her by taking her to Chic fil A.   At this particular Chic fil A which I'd never been to before the only available seats were bar stools and a picnic table type thing.  I set my daughter up at the play area and take a seat.   Suddenly the earth trembles and goes dim.  A ten ton Tessie and her mini moon is climbing up on the barstool directly across from me.  I bury my head and focus on my delicious lunch and phone but it keeps yelling at its spawn in a really harsh way.  It's reeing about something this kid did and then immediately starts complaining about how long the food is taking to get there.  Mind you it had been MAYBE three minutes since this thing waddled up.  She's even complaining loudly over the FaceTime conversation her daughter was having probably in an attempt to drown her out. All of a minute later her food comes brought by a octogenarian with a smile on his face.  It snorts 'finally' and immediately digs in to her extra large beetus, fries, and TWO packs of nuggets.  There I sit with my small nuggets and water just shitladying by existing.  It's a nice feeling, y'all. TLDR: got extreme satisfaction simply by existing with these awful fat sacks of personality flaws. Thanks for listening!