As I was squeezing my fat fanny into a pair of jeans, I heard three women come into the dressing room. One exclaimed: "Oh Sally, I love your coat." The other said: "Thank you - size 4, I got it at Macy's."
Then Sally tried on clothes and I swear she managed to get the phrase "Size 4" into the conversation at least five times. "Oh - these size 4 jeans are just a little too big." "It's so hard to find those in a size 4."
One of the women told her that she thought she needed to eat more. She said "I'm a size 4, it is what it is."
I wanted to crawl under the fitting room stall and force feed her Dunkin' Donuts.
Then I was browsing another section of the store and overheard a man accosting a woman outside of the dressing room.
Man: "What size do you wear?"Woman: "I'm not telling you what size I wear."Man: "I'm shopping for my wife and she's about your size."Woman: "Your wife probably takes a L."Man: "Well, she likes her clothes a little snug."Woman: "Well, I like my clothes a little big so I get an XL, but your wife probably wears a L."Man: "She weighs about 150 pounds."
Then I couldn't hear anymore of the conversation.
I feel bad for that poor woman - who wants to have their husband blabbing their weights around JC Penneys? And honestly, I don't think 150 lbs sounds like a L - more like a medium, or maybe even a small depending on her body type.