oh what a tangled world wide web we weave

one of many reasons i hate retail

i’m not a model, so i hate it when customers use me to shop for other people saying, “my daughter is about your height. what shirt size are you?” well, unless ure daughter has my boobs then i doubt we are the same size. or when a guy looks me up and down and asks me my dress size because his girlfriend is apparently “just like you!” buy her a fucking giftcard. i don’t kno ure girlfriend so i have no idea if she will like the overpriced scarf you picked out, or the fugly dress you think is cute, or the completely out-of-style print on that hideous shirt ure showing me. but nothing is as bad as this one lady whose like, “i need to buy this dress for my daughter. she’s about my height and weighs like 175 lbs. so she looks like you.” uhm, what, bitch? since when am i 175 lbs? these are the type of people i just have to walk away from because “my manager just called me on the walkie”