Obeast bumps into aisles and rudely tells me off... So my shitlord boyfriend came in town yesterday and we decided to do some shopping. My first rant is on vanity sizing. We decided to go to a few cool thrift stores around the city, one of which is where I stumbled upon this cute pair of pants. I decided to try them on, sadly, they fit pretty loosely. I realized I never checked the size, and to my shock, when I did check it, these pants were an extra small! I am by no means fat, but I still usually have to wear a medium in pants because of my wide hips or height. I'm roughly 5'8 and 130 lbs. I could not believe that these pants were big on me and considered an XS. My main rant occurs after we ended up at the mall, AKA home of the hams. I've been having a great day up until this point, and I'm extremely excited that my boyfriend is back in town. This stupid cow mildly ruined that. I encountered this sweaty, lumbering hog in the checkout aisle of Forever 21. I don't normally shop there but they have really cheap cami's which are nice as undershirts and stuff. If you are not familiar with the format of a checkout at this store, it's sort of similar to a grocery store, except instead of candy in the aisles, it's stuff like makeup or little accessories. They basically create a long, winding, narrow aisle out of shelving units. This fat chick is in front of us, she's sweating, her hair is in this gross messy bun on top of her head, and she's so fat she keeps hitting the shelving units on either side of her. For a comparison, my boyfriend and I are able to comfortably stand side by side in the aisle, with space left on either side of us. We are standing about 2 feet away, and the girls behind us are pretty close to us. I don't mind because it's a narrow aisle. My boyfriend and I are chattering about going to the movie theater and if we should buy tickets online. This planet is panting in front of us while standing still. I turn and look at some nail polish. Then check out some shoes on the other side, slightly behind my boyfriend. Just as I put the shoe back, the ham snaps at me (not my boyfriend who was closer). She turns around, spit flying out of her mouth, disgusting dogshit bun bobbing, and hisses "Why the fuck are you on top of me?"  There are a good 24 inches of space between us, I don't want to even be that close to her! I'm shocked as I look up at her pudgy red face. My boyfriend freezes and I can see his fist clench at his sides, teeth gritting so as not to say anything. I don't have that sort of self control though as I bark back "There is plenty of space. Trust me, No one wants to be on top of you." She looks taken aback and then is called to the counter to check out. My boyfriend busts out laughing and turns to me and says 'Maybe if she lost some damn weight then she wouldn't mistake her fat bumping into the shelves as you crowding her." It was infuriating to say the least. For a second I was almost embarrassed but then I took a glance at her and realized I shouldn't be the one who is embarrassed.