Unfiltered Story #247423

(I am shopping a shoe store in the mall. I pick up a pretty pair of running shoes and ask the girl working if I could please get them in an eight. The worker stands there for a minute while another customer is handing her shoes to take back. While she is waiting, another customer comes in and asks for the same pair of shoes as me, also in a size eight. The worker nods and goes to the back. When she comes back out, she is only carrying one box, and she hands it to the customer that came in after me.)
Worker: *coming up to me* “Sorry, we only had one pair of those in an eight.”
Me: “But I asked for them first. Why did you give them to her?”
Worker: *looking me up and down* “I thought they would look better on her. Fat people don’t need running shoes anyway.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Worker: *shrugs and walks away*
Me: *following* “I want a manager.”
Worker: *smiles* “I am the manager.” *taps her name badge*
(I left the store fuming and left a corporate complaint, but as far as I know, nothing ever came of it.)