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I've been working at the merch tables for a small music venue off and on (well up until I ended up on crutches) and it's mostly been fun. Since it's so small, the table's near the stage and I get a nice view of the concert when I'm not too busy with customers.
Most of the people have been lovely. This lady.. not so much.
The shirt this lady was looking at was a very fitted tank and she kept insisting that I tell her what size would fit. Well, I'm sorry ma'am, but since you're wearing a heavy winter coat I really can't tell. So since she was rather small, I erred on the side of caution/politeness and said probably a small, but that if she wasn't sure then she could get a medium just to be safe and she could always try and shrink it in the wash if it was too big. I also handed both to her and suggest that she hold them up and see what seemed like a better fit.
Commence her breaking down crying in front of my table about how she had just worked so hard to work off all of her weight and how dare I call her fat and what sort of horrible person was I anyway for thinking she was such a 'sea cow' (her words!)
It's only a medium and I only suggested it because you stood there whining about how you weren't sure if the small would fit for over ten minutes and were blocking other customers from the table. Get a grip!
Sheesh.
Her boyfriend came over and told her to stop harassing me, pulled her away, and apologized to me. At least one of them was sane. (And fyi, the lady in question was really really tiny and flat-chested, I suspect she was actually anorexic or bullemic with body-image issues because she weighed maybe 100lbs tops. I feel bad about it, but seriously, that doesn't give you permission to lash out at strangers!)
Most of the people have been lovely. This lady.. not so much.
The shirt this lady was looking at was a very fitted tank and she kept insisting that I tell her what size would fit. Well, I'm sorry ma'am, but since you're wearing a heavy winter coat I really can't tell. So since she was rather small, I erred on the side of caution/politeness and said probably a small, but that if she wasn't sure then she could get a medium just to be safe and she could always try and shrink it in the wash if it was too big. I also handed both to her and suggest that she hold them up and see what seemed like a better fit.
Commence her breaking down crying in front of my table about how she had just worked so hard to work off all of her weight and how dare I call her fat and what sort of horrible person was I anyway for thinking she was such a 'sea cow' (her words!)
It's only a medium and I only suggested it because you stood there whining about how you weren't sure if the small would fit for over ten minutes and were blocking other customers from the table. Get a grip!
Sheesh.
Her boyfriend came over and told her to stop harassing me, pulled her away, and apologized to me. At least one of them was sane. (And fyi, the lady in question was really really tiny and flat-chested, I suspect she was actually anorexic or bullemic with body-image issues because she weighed maybe 100lbs tops. I feel bad about it, but seriously, that doesn't give you permission to lash out at strangers!)
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