Horrible customer service experience NSV!

I had the worst customer service experience ever when I went to walmart to pick up a couple of things for our trip to Maine a week and a half ago. We were going to make the trip driving and needed some snacks, supplies, and electronic equipment so my Love dropped me off at the front door and stayed out in the van with the dog and our 5 year old. About halfway through the store I realized that we'd forgotten the present for the wedding we were attending at home and asked him to go back for it.

That meant that I had extra time to kill when I got done finding everything that we needed. I went into the clothes in the junior's department because I saw some cute shirts on sale. I picked out a shirt and was bent down examining a pair of on clearance $9 faded glory low rise jeans when a sales associate approached me. She appeared to be in her late 50's or early 60's and at first glance appeared genial and grandmotherly. However, the words that came out of her mouth were anything but genial.

“Excuse me, miss but the woman's department is over there,” she said pointing to my right.

I'm sure I looked shocked because she felt the need to elaborate.

“This is the junior's department, it only goes up to a size 17 or so. I'm sure you'll have much better luck finding something in the plus sizes.”

By the time she was finished uttering these words, I was back to my senses and pissed but I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“I'm sorry but I wear a size 16 and I don't really like the style of the jeans womens' department.”

She stood her ground despite the jeans in my hand that were my size.

“Well, we have some new ones in and I'm just sure you'll have much better luck over there. The juniors department wasn't really made for women like you.”

Breaking point.

“I'm sorry but your perception must be really off because I wear a size 16 and am perfectly fine fitting into clothes here. Maybe next time you shouldn't approach a woman just because you think she's fat. I could have been shopping for anyone. I'm asking you to leave me alone now.”

“I was only trying to help,” she muttered as she turned around to walk away.

“And I didn't ask for any help or appear to be lost so thanks anyway.”

After she left I put my jeans in my cart and wandered around trying not to cry before I started to think that maybe she was right and I should go try on my jeans just to make sure. So, I did. They fit. Take that stupid, rude, granny b!tch!

When I got up to the register to pay, I told the cashier about my experience. She was a bit on the chunky side too and she was livid. In fact, she knew just who I was talking about. Without my prompting, she went and got a manager. I told her too and almost cried while relating it.

The fact of the matter is that I may not be able to prevent people from calling me fat in my everyday life. I may not even be able to prevent employees of the places that I visit from thinking that. However, I sure as hell can expect to not be treated like **** or singled out because of my weight at the places where I chose to spend my money and if I can prevent someone else from being treated like that, I sure as hell will.

Honestly, I could understand if you're reading this and don't understand why it's a NSV for me. The fact is that before I started losing weight, even if I had been able to fit into the clothes in that department, I would have simply walked away. I would have been too embarrassed to stand my ground. Today, I have more confidence in myself. I'm not going to let myself get pushed around.