Nightmare #1
2008
It was winter and I had on my long heavy coat. Since this was my first time there and the store had an unusual sizing system, I asked one of the close outs girls to help me determine what my size was. She gave me her input and I picked up a heap of clothes to try on.
As the girl started up a fitting room for me, I removed my long heavy coat. As she turned around and saw me without my coat on, she pointed to my upper leg and exclaimed, "Wait, is that a hip?! You didn’t tell me you had hips!" She said it in such a way that suggested I had kept it a secret or lied about it. After telling me that my hips were telling me it’s time to have babies, she took all the clothes I had chosen back and returned with a new set of clothes in a bigger size. I thought that would be the end of it, but I was mistaken.
As I was trying everything on, she would come to my room every few minutes and knock on the door to see what I was up to. I hadn’t asked for her opinion, but she seemed keen on giving it. She told me that a pencil skirt I could barely walk in, and a pair of pleated pants looked good on me. Let’s consider that: the same woman who marveled at my child-bearing hips thought I looked good in pleated pants and a too-tight skirt.
I also tried on some jackets, and a few of them wouldn’t close over my chest. When this happened the first time, she pointed at my boobs (she really liked to point) and giggled and said, "it won’t close over your boo-boos!"
I’m not a confrontational person so I didn’t really know what to say or do, but at this point I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked her to get a different size for me, and as soon as she was gone, I made a mad dash for the door. I managed to find a few good pieces, but I chose to order them online and pay the shipping fees rather than put up with that treatment for even a minute longer.
