Did I ask for your help?

Friday night was a bit of a big night. I had a work event and then went to the bar and met up with friends who are here from out of town. I ended up sitting at the bar and gossiping until about 1am, which wasn’t great because I had to be at work on Saturday at 8:30am for a staff retreat.

The retreat was great but I wasn’t feeling totally rested Saturday afternoon when I went for a stroll and some window shopping with the gossip from the night before. Nevertheless I found a dress style that I wanted to try on. Gossip was trying something on and I figured it would eat up a little time. I came out of the change room and the dress was not flattering to my figure, one size too big, not a great colour on me and it was more than I was willing to spend on a dress that day (i.e 0$). When I came out to show the gossip the dress and tell her my rationale for not buying the dress (you all do it too, it keeps the sales people at bay) this woman with a southern drawl, from the change room beside me started telling me that my dress was great.

As I told her it was too big in the stomach and didn’t fall right she said no it is good the line is lovely on you and started showing me by running her hands down my legs to demonstrate. I continued to tell her no in-fact the dress did not fit right. "Well, maybe you are right but you know what dress would look good on you ..." and she took off into the store and came back with another dress and told me I had to try it on. "You just give me a holler when you come out. I want to see it on you." I looked at the gossip like who the hell is this woman but thought best not to argue.

I came out of the change room in the dress and it too didn’t fit right and even if it did I WAS NOT GOING TO BUY A DRESS. “See I was right, it is fantastic on you. Look at the way it falls, and the colour. Oh it is just so nice.” I assured her that the dress was not my style, that the sleeves were too long, and the colour wasn’t right and on and on but she KEPT TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO BUY THE DAMN DRESS. I finally said I wasn’t going to buy the dress. "Well that is too bad. It is a great colour, it matches your eyes." At that point I was vaguely tempted to tell her she shouldn’t buy the dress that she had on as it wasn’t flattering but thought better of it and just grabbed the gossip and left the store before the aging southern belle tried to fit me for a new bra.