I’ll Make It Fit
My friend Dee was shopping this weekend.
She happened upon a customer who was showing the saleslady a dress.
“I love this dress,” the customer said, “but it’s a size six.” Do you by any chance have this in a twelve?”
Dee didn’t tell me what the saleslady answered, but I can fill in the blank – because I know for sure what she said (knowing just how helpful the salespeople are in that particular store).
The saleslady answered, “Check the rack. If it’s there, we have it. If it’s not there, we don’t have it.”
(Am I right or what?)
Anyhow, this dress was lovely. Dee could just picture herself in this dress.
So she approached the lady – who was still holding the dress, and said,
“If it’s not your size… gee, I’d love to try that on.”
And this complete stranger said,
“IT’S A SIZE SIX, NOT A SIXTEEN.”
Dee was furious. Righteous Fury!
She grabbed that the dress and stomped into the dressing room. She tried it on. It fit, but it was a bit snug. Dee is a rather modest woman, and she knew she’d be more comfortable with an eight, so she passed. But it was close – a hell of a lot closer to a six that the RUDE SIZE TWELVE (probably really a fourteen) CUSTOMER.
On hearing this story, I was as outraged as Dee.
And I admired her self-control in not punching that snotty bitch in the teeth.
Although I do think I would have handled it differently:
I’D HAVE BOUGHT THE GODDAMN DRESS!