Unfiltered Story #108195

, | Unfiltered | April 2, 2018

(It’s my high school graduation and my mom and I are shopping for the dress. I am a bit chunky, but still able to shop in the regular stores. We are browsing the selection of one of the only two dress stores in my city when the clerk comes over, a somewhat fussy looking middle-aged man.)

Clerk: “Good afternoon, madam. And how may I be of service today?”

Mom: “We’re looking for a grad dress for my daughter here.”

The clerk looks me over, and says with a bit of a curl in his lip and makes a tsking sound with his teeth. “Okayyyyy, I see we’ll need one of the LARGER sizes! ” , heavily emphasizing the word, and starts leading us to a rack. He was surprised when we left.