Being that I've had a lot of time off (read: my boss is only giving us 4-8 hours per pay period), I had time to indulge in a pastime I cannot stand.
You see, I'm a rather buxom lass, with measurements to make Monroe blush. (36-30-34)
So I was at a clothing store called "Dashes" looking at clothes. Now those of you who have shopped at Dashes know their clothes are cheap because they're well, cheap.
I pulled a pair of pants off the rack to hold them up, and they were split from crotch to pocket.
Instead of being a piggy and jamming them back in the rack, I brought them to the front desk girl who we will call Sassy Bitch.
Right Dress: I found these on the rack, and they were torn. I figured I'd bring them up so no one mistakenly buys them.
Sassy Bitch: Did you try these on?
Right Dress: No, I found them like that when I was looking for my own size. (Note the pants I'm handing her are a 9, and I'm clearly pushing a 13.)
Sassy Bitch: So you tried to get into these, and you ripped them?
Right Dress: No. I was sifting through the rack, and I found these like this.
Sassy Bitch: -Growing more patronizing and convinced I'd tried to shoehorn my ass into these pants- That will be $13.95.
Right Dress: For what? For bringing you pants that I found destroyed?
Segway Cop: What's going on here?
Right Dress: This woman is accusing me of ste-
Sassy Bitch: She refused to pay for merchandise she broke blah blah bitch....
This goes back and forth for about two minutes, during which I debate taking it in the ass for the team and shelling out the $14 I don't have.
Instead, I continue to defend my tower of; "I know I'm a 13, so those pants can't have been on my ass."
At this point Segway Cop is done with our drama and ejects me from the mall.
Has anyone else ever had this go down? Should I have gotten into her face? Should I have just taken it up the ass?