The Dressing Room

I had a meeting at a clients this afternoon. The meeting finished up too late to trek back to the office, but a little too early to head home. So, I did the only reasonable thing any woman would do with an extra hour on her hands - I shopped. Well, actually, I justified the errands as more of a returning than a shopping expedition, but the truth is - I always have returning to do. (particularly at the stores I frequent the most. It's a sickness.)

I brought my return into the store and told the salesperson that I would love to do a quick peek around the store before I did my transaction. Before I knew it, I had a few things to take back with me into the fitting room.

As I tried on my selections, I heard a woman asking the salesperson for another size in a sweater.

"See," said the saleswoman, "I told you that a large would be just too big. Really. Just huge on you."

"It is really big, isn't it? A large has quite a lot of room." The woman responded.

"That large is just swimming on you. I knew immediately when I saw you that you weren't a large. A medium maybe, but really, a large?" The salesperson gives a quick laugh and continues, "I mean you just aren't that big."

Their conversation made it gobs of fun to try on my size LARGE tops in the dressing room RIGHT next door to them. Lots and lots of fun. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to interject myself into their conversation. But I kept my size large opinion to my size large self.