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Oh dear sweet frellin’ GODS. Ow ow owwie ow ow!! This is the last 2 days of shopping events. I went to Target last night, and to 2 stores today. One of which was a Wal-mart. *whimper.* Here goes…yesterday’s sightings from Target.
wtf did you just say…?
Ok, so I’m going through this whole period of firsts at the moment. I has a new boyfriend, first one ever (insert girlish squealing here). I’m going to see him in less than two weeks, and have started looking at cutesy clothes and even some lingerie, somdthing I’ve actually NEVER considered or thought about before, which is bad enough. Add to that the fact that I’m a big girl, plus size and curvy. So, I’m looking at the lingerie at Target, and yeah, they’ve got some cute stuff. But, the sizing system?? The XL literally looks like a medium. I was sad.
I was grumbly and there was this other woman there, and she goes "Yeah, it's supposed show off the bust, but...these are for chicks with NO bust What??" I giggled, and we were talking about the lack of attractive stuffs for curvy girls. Random commiseration, right? Always nice.
Well, up strolls little ms. Prostitot. She looked to be about 13 -14, dressed in clothing way too small for her and well, looking like a hooker, for lack of a better description. She blatantly eavesdrops on our conversation and then pipes up with a snide, ‘I-own-the-world’ tone of voice:
“ya know, maybe guys just don’t wanna look at whales in undies, cuz the undies will just get lost in all your fat rolls”
…
Um, what?
Other random woman and I were stunned, to say the least, and I couldn’t think of a response. What’s worse is the little prostitot had her equally skankily dressed mother there (looked about 30-ish, dressed like a teenager/hooker, complete with jeans 3 sizes too small that had “sugar” emblazoned across the ass). Mother just laughed, like her daughter was the cleverest, funniest little thing in the world.
Um…I may be stoopit when it comes to computer schtuffs, but even I know better than that…
After giving up on the lingerie bit, I headed off to the computer section. I needed a new mic/headset for talking on skype because my butt accidentally broke my other one when I sat on it. >.>
I notice, while I’m there, that HP ink is on sale. I have an HP printer, but can’t remember exactly what it is, so I start looking at the boxes, to see if a model number jumps out at me. Condescending wannabe geek enters, sees what I'm doing, and goes into this tirade about the stupidity of people paying for name brand inks, when you can get knock off brands for cheaper, etc, etc, and seriously, how STUPID could I be.
I just sorta shrugged, and said something about the fact that when I don’t know what model printer I have, I really can’t look at inks, and then I get told the following:
"Shit, they're all HP. One's just the same as the other. it's the NUMBERS that tell you how high quality the ink is"
…
My response was the story title as I walked away, thank you very much…
I really hope this wasn’t about me…
I’m in the dairy section, getting milk. I’m leaning over to get a gallon out of the fridge, and I hear the following in a child’s voice (sounded maybe 6-ish, I think. Maybe older, maybe younger)
“Look mommy, her butt’s as big as gramma’s!!”
“Yes, honey, I see that. Come on, let’s go”
By the time I stood up and turned around, I saw no child. And I was the only female in the vicinity…
*facedeskfacedesk REALLY!?
Gyaaah, Target was hell last night. Usually, it’s not so bad, but something was going on last night. I grabbed some cheesecake on my way out, and then hit the Starbucks for some chai. The barista was a new guy, so I introduced myself, and told him jokingly he’d get to know me, I’m in there more often than I should be. We were talking back and forth, just idle chitchat, but then from behind me, a woman pipes up. With ATTITUDE
"Try to get laid on YOUR OWN time, SOME of us are trying to get SERVED"
I sort of blink, and step out of the way. Barista guy asks her what he can get started for her, and then…
She stares at the menu board and says “gimme a minute, I gotta think”
That was the facedesk heard round the world, I swear…
Aaaand, that’s all from last night, now I gotta go get a drink, and brace myself to write a thread on all the crap that happened TODAY. >.<
wtf did you just say…?
Ok, so I’m going through this whole period of firsts at the moment. I has a new boyfriend, first one ever (insert girlish squealing here). I’m going to see him in less than two weeks, and have started looking at cutesy clothes and even some lingerie, somdthing I’ve actually NEVER considered or thought about before, which is bad enough. Add to that the fact that I’m a big girl, plus size and curvy. So, I’m looking at the lingerie at Target, and yeah, they’ve got some cute stuff. But, the sizing system?? The XL literally looks like a medium. I was sad.
I was grumbly and there was this other woman there, and she goes "Yeah, it's supposed show off the bust, but...these are for chicks with NO bust What??" I giggled, and we were talking about the lack of attractive stuffs for curvy girls. Random commiseration, right? Always nice.
Well, up strolls little ms. Prostitot. She looked to be about 13 -14, dressed in clothing way too small for her and well, looking like a hooker, for lack of a better description. She blatantly eavesdrops on our conversation and then pipes up with a snide, ‘I-own-the-world’ tone of voice:
“ya know, maybe guys just don’t wanna look at whales in undies, cuz the undies will just get lost in all your fat rolls”
…
Um, what?
Other random woman and I were stunned, to say the least, and I couldn’t think of a response. What’s worse is the little prostitot had her equally skankily dressed mother there (looked about 30-ish, dressed like a teenager/hooker, complete with jeans 3 sizes too small that had “sugar” emblazoned across the ass). Mother just laughed, like her daughter was the cleverest, funniest little thing in the world.
Um…I may be stoopit when it comes to computer schtuffs, but even I know better than that…
After giving up on the lingerie bit, I headed off to the computer section. I needed a new mic/headset for talking on skype because my butt accidentally broke my other one when I sat on it. >.>
I notice, while I’m there, that HP ink is on sale. I have an HP printer, but can’t remember exactly what it is, so I start looking at the boxes, to see if a model number jumps out at me. Condescending wannabe geek enters, sees what I'm doing, and goes into this tirade about the stupidity of people paying for name brand inks, when you can get knock off brands for cheaper, etc, etc, and seriously, how STUPID could I be.
I just sorta shrugged, and said something about the fact that when I don’t know what model printer I have, I really can’t look at inks, and then I get told the following:
"Shit, they're all HP. One's just the same as the other. it's the NUMBERS that tell you how high quality the ink is"
…
My response was the story title as I walked away, thank you very much…
I really hope this wasn’t about me…
I’m in the dairy section, getting milk. I’m leaning over to get a gallon out of the fridge, and I hear the following in a child’s voice (sounded maybe 6-ish, I think. Maybe older, maybe younger)
“Look mommy, her butt’s as big as gramma’s!!”
“Yes, honey, I see that. Come on, let’s go”
By the time I stood up and turned around, I saw no child. And I was the only female in the vicinity…
*facedeskfacedesk REALLY!?
Gyaaah, Target was hell last night. Usually, it’s not so bad, but something was going on last night. I grabbed some cheesecake on my way out, and then hit the Starbucks for some chai. The barista was a new guy, so I introduced myself, and told him jokingly he’d get to know me, I’m in there more often than I should be. We were talking back and forth, just idle chitchat, but then from behind me, a woman pipes up. With ATTITUDE
"Try to get laid on YOUR OWN time, SOME of us are trying to get SERVED"
I sort of blink, and step out of the way. Barista guy asks her what he can get started for her, and then…
She stares at the menu board and says “gimme a minute, I gotta think”
That was the facedesk heard round the world, I swear…
Aaaand, that’s all from last night, now I gotta go get a drink, and brace myself to write a thread on all the crap that happened TODAY. >.<
What is WRONG with these people? This is worse than your usual shopping shennanigans. 
But before I got a pretty ring, I would tell them that guys prefer something to hold onto, not a twig that will break at the first thrust.
Crossing the line to a D cup put me in the black, white, and beige territory.
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