I couldn't make this up.
Today, in between rain showers, we went for a walk in the village.
In my favorite upscale clothing store I saw a tunic style shirt I fell in love with.
It would have been perfect for my husbands company Christmas party.
And it was a decent price.
I hurried in beyond excited.
I was hoping they had one size up from the size in the window (which from reading the tag it said it was a medium).
"Excuse me do you have anymore of the tunic shirt in the window."
"No that is the last one."
I quickly think OK what the H*** I will try it on and maybe by the grace of God it will look good, if not oh well it was worth the risk.
"Oh bummer. Could I please try that one on."
Here it comes folks....hold your breath.....the SALES lady answer....
"That is a size small, and it is a junior cut, it won't fit you."
My jaw hit the floor. Did she really just say that to me.
She just stared at me.
I was hurt, and crushed, I wanted to cry. I sheepishly hung my head and mumbled
"Umm, Ok."
Turned and walked out the door.
Then I raged to my parents.
Called my husband...whom knows the store owner...and yes we will be going back to let her know about my experince.
And let me say...I was wearing a shirt with a sweatshirt with and ergo and a baby in it, how the heck did she know weather a shirt was or was not going to fit my body.
True Story.
4 days ago