Quick shopping story. I needed some summer clothes, and even though I should know better, I went to Target (it's the only thing around my house). I actually found some jean shorts in a 2, and a few other things in S and XS. As I was going to check out, I saw that the self check out lane was wide open, and there was a line for the cashier. Cashier is a ham. I purposely waited in her line so she'd have to ring up all my tiny shitlady clothes.  Nothing major, just a very subtle shitlady encounter. I smiled sweetly at her, thanked her, and left in a much better mood than I'd been before.