Last week, some little tween came into my store. She immediately started complaining that nothing fits her. (Hello? Shop at a damn store for junior high students!)

I was being nice as pie to her when she asked me to help her find clothes that would fit her. It was a good little challenge for me, so I happily obliged. I started talking to her about the different ways some of our shirts fit. I pointed to one and let her know that it fits strangely, and while I usually wear a small in our shirts, I had to buy a large in that particular one.

At which point she stares at me, looks me up and down, and says:

"You... wear a small?!"

*ahem*

It was all I could do not to tell the little twat to go to the Baby Gap down the hall.

I mean, who the hell tells a clothing store clerk that? I could be the biggest fucking cow in the world, you still don't say that to someone who is helping you find shit!

Kids these days. No manners.

*sigh*

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