Unfiltered Story #300986

When I was about 12, I was very tall. I also went through puberty early, so I looked older than I was.

I was shopping at a very well known clothes store that has the brand colours of red, white and sometimes black. I was wearing one of my favourite dresses. It was red and black.

As I, a twelve year old with social anxiety, was shopping in this clothes shop, a harassed-looking woman came up to me with her 3-ish year old and asked;
Random Woman – “I’m so sorry, but do you work here? I really need to find some pyjamas.”
Me – *shaking my head furiously*
Random Woman – “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”
I still think about her and wonder – did she ever find her pyjamas?