I had something weird happen to me in a store the other day. Weird probably isn't the best word to use as immediately following I was a giant pool of embarrassed, angry and ashamed. But I'm not sure if I overreacted. I didn't do or say anything and just walked out (I'm not a confrontational person) but I won't the lie, the image of decking a total stranger burned in my mind.
I should probably explain.
We have to go to a wedding in a couple weeks and if you're familiar around here then you know I'm not in my best body right now meaning that I don't fit have anything in my closet. I had already asked K to help me find something and was resigned to the fact that I was in store for a torturous shopping trip next weekend. Then I ended up at the mall after work (my cell was basically short circuiting all weekend and of course when I showed up at the Apple Store they pushed two buttons and brought it back to life <sigh>) and I walked by a store with a beautiful bright pink dress in the window. It was shorter, loose on top with a v-neck in the front with a built-in camisole, a style that is usually quite flattering on me (thank you cleavage!) so I went in and picked up a Large, the biggest size they had. I turned around to see what other dresses they had (it is such a waste to get completely changed for only one piece of clothing) when one of the saleswomen turned in my direction and said (not quietly) "that style fits very small". I turned and realized she was actually talking to me and she said it again, walked over and basically took it out of my hand. What. the. fuck?
I felt like this woman had basically called me out in front of the entire store (that wasn't exactly empty thanks to the 40% off sale) and told me that something wasn't going to fit me. Maybe she thought she was helping me but she was not. I would much rather have a private moment to realize that pretty dress wasn't meant for me. Did she think I was going to wreck it? Sorry lady, if it doesn't fit I'm not going to try and stuff myself into it like a sausage. So I was shocked. And hurt. And ashamed. And I wanted to punch her.
But I didn't and I found a way cuter (cheaper!) dress! Photos to come...
What would you have done in that situation? Do you think I was overly sensitive?
p.s. she had a bigger booty than me!
