Work was relatively dull as usual, except that I managed to hang up the phone as rudely as possible on my boss (I thought it was [redacted] harassing me with some useless information that most likely could have waited).
I managed to encounter my least favourite type of customer - The Size Racist, or a girl who insists that she's a certain size when it's clear that she isn't anymore. "I mean, I'm sure at one point you were a 24 honey but that was when you were 12!"
The Scene: The skinny jean wall by the fitting rooms, her pushy mother forces 6 or 7 items into her hands, boldly ignoring the '3 items max. per change room' signs.
Team Gingerbread: What size are do you need (while mentally sizing her up for the 28s)
The Size Racist: 24
Team Gingerbread: We don't have any 24s, we do have a 25 but that pair is almost $300 because it's premium denim, how about a 26? (even though you will not fit into those)
The Size Racist: Uh, ok...
5 minutes later
Team Gingerbread: How did those work out for you?
The Size Racist: Um, not well. The jeans fit my legs, but not my butt or hips (totally stumped)
Team Gingerbread: (internal monologue - that's because they're too small you idiot!) Oh, well how about a 28?
The Size Racist: (dejectedly accepts a bigger size but only pretends to try them on then scurries out)
The funny thing is, this girl was clearly not even close to being a 24, and I usually can't tell with any accuracy what size people are just by eyeballing them, but I know what a 24 or 25 looks like, and she wasn't it. Unless you're shopping at Old Navy, which seems to eschew the concept of a semi-standardized sizing system from garment to garment, you could at least try on a couple of sizes, especially when it comes to skinny jeans, which depending on the cut, can necessitate going up a couple of sizes.
If it really bothers you all that much you could always cut out the tags after buying them - I mean Christ!