This is a little hard for me to type because it is about something that I am rather self-conscious about, but this blog is cathartic and I'm hoping that posting it will make me feel better.
At our BX there is a Kathe Wolfhart. Every time we go to the BX, it's our tradition to stop by in there and look around and buy an ornament. We went in there today. We were very clearly going to be the last
couple to walk in there and the salesgirl was eager to make a sale and kept on talking to us. I am not fat by any means (I'm around a size 8), but I have a large stomach which I have always been self conscious about. The salesgirl
(who looks to be in her late twenties or thirties) asks me if I want a basket. To this TLS replies "don't encourage her" and the lady goes "but she's pregnant." Ummm what?! To this I say "I'm not pregnant." Her reply? "Yes you are." "No I'm nor." "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "Really?" And she just walked away. We were going to buy an ornament but I started crying and made TLS put it down and leave.
1) This was not an idiotic teenager working there for the summer. This was a fully grown woman who should have had enough customer service training and the tact to know when to stop.
2) What makes her think she's more qualified than I am to answer the question of what's in my uterus?
I should have either asked to speak to the manager right away and said something, or said "well I wasn't going to tell him for another few weeks" and embarrassed her that way.
I have been working out every day and have lost 4 pounds since I've been here so that really hurt. Going back to my sofa to cry now.