Dress shopping off-line, obese cookiemonster edition. WARNING long ass story, since I need to vent. Still looking for a dress for my friends wedding, I decided to test my luck in the local city center.  Going from store to store I might have tried on somewhere between 20 and 30 dresses in a span of 3 hours. Salespeople are already mostly helpful to me around here since I am polite, but when you walk in with a very vague description of what you need and a budget of "if the bride likes it, I'll buy it!" - they get real, real helpful. Which resulted in me being in a few of the stores for a while getting dress after dress handed to me by the (often) one salesperson on the floor. At this specific store other customers were helped in between, while I was changing into other dresses and such. No problem you'd think.. right? WRONG. In walks(waddles) Miss(?) Porker. The saleswoman was just unzipping the top of the dress I was changing out of, and greeted the thing. Unsurprisingly, it did not respond. Not even a nod or anything.. Okthen! While I went and tried on another dress I heard it stomping around the store, followed by the sound of chairlegs screaming and pillows crying. - It had parked itsself at the coffee table. No shocker here, after all, there was a plate of cookies there.. Emerging from the changing room again with another dress on I got into a conversation with the saleswoman about their tailoring service, where they alter the clothes you buy there to fit you better. (a lot of stores offer that for a small fee, thankfully.) Suddenly some huffing and puffing comes from the direction of the coffee table.. oh god, it has risen. Waddling our way comes the she-beast, on its way grabbing some random purse, without even acting like it cared what item it was. It rudely (ofcourse) interrupts our conversation by just talking over me mid sentence, asking about the price of the purse. (I could read it on the tag without trying, but ok.) And the saleswoman tells it that the price is on the tag. "YEAH BUT CAN YOU CHECK IT THOOO?" The saleswoman tells it she will in a minute. Porker huffs and puffs all the way back to the poor chair, the whole 4 meters.. putting the purse back on a stand it most certainly didn't come from. I tell the saleswoman I'll try on a size smaller to see how that one fits, so she can go help the other.. customer/cookie-eater. While in the changing room I could hear the saleswoman tell the Porker that the price on the purse was correct, at which point she starts arguing that the purse is overpriced yadayadayada. I walk back out, with the size smaller on, to see in the mirror that it was just a tad too tight around the hips. (broadest part for me) And I tell the saleswoman that it didn't fit right, she agrees... and so does Porker. (What?! - yes.) Out come the words: "Well, you're obviously not THAT thin, honey." in the most condescending of tones. OhNoSheDidn't.jpg At this point it had been there for about 10/15 minutes, this thing had not even taken off her coat, had inquired about the price of exactly one item, didn't look trough the wares, just sat there. Just sat there being fat, eating free cookies (at least 4 had vanished) and was judging me for not fitting the extra small around my hips. And I? I was not in a good mood. So I asked her what exactly she was doing there, that she obviously wasn't interested in buying anything. And that I highly doubted there would be anything in this store that would even fit her. I asked if she just came for the cookies. - Porker didn't say much, made some sort of shocked gasping sound, but she might just have been choking on one of her chins.. and turned her head away. I went back into the changing room to change back into my own clothes and when I came back out it was gone. This, ofcourse, was no surprise, since I heard it stomp, huff and puff all the way to the exit. I did apologize about 4 or 5 times to the saleswoman about my rude behaviour, since it's not really ok to do that in her store. She was quite understanding and said it was unlikely the thing was going to buy anything anyway. Sadly no dress yet, but I did get a nice jacket the saleswoman recommended to me. And while I encountered some other fats at the other stores this one was the most stereotypical wtf one. Fucking fats.