No-Sales People
I drove out west to try on a matron of honour dress that my bride-to-be friend had picked out for me. The shop assistant took one look at me and said, "Well, you won't fit into that." As I blinked in surprise, she then turned back to my slightly more svelte friend and said, "You'll have to try it on again." "But I'm the one who is going to be wearing it." I said incredulously. "She's already tried it on. I drove two hours to see this dress!" Requests for the same dress in a larger size were met with blankness. Finally she relented, "I suppose we can hold it on you." We went into the change room together and she began slipping it over my arms, "Ah, yeah see its a bit tight." she said knowingly. I bit my tongue while it slipped over my torso. The zip slid effortlessly up my back. Though I say it myself, I looked like a goddess. The shop assistant was still surprised how the dress could fit on such a heifer as myself. I'm a size 12. Any smaller and the dress would have swum on me like a football jersey.
I then insisted on trying on several more dresses and if it weren't for hungry lunch stomachs, I would have tried every last one.
Just to see if they fit.
I then insisted on trying on several more dresses and if it weren't for hungry lunch stomachs, I would have tried every last one.
Just to see if they fit.
