value village Story from several years ago when I was in university. So, to set the scene, my roommate and I use to go to this value village that was near our place. But before we'd go we'd take 3-6 shots of whatever and be overly excited and tipsy wandering around looking at everything and anything. So we're super excited looking at clothes/VHS (yep old technology ftw)/slow cookers really everything. I'm going through the sweater section. Finding nothing, but just having a time. All the sudden I hear from down the aisle "why is she here, she doesn't need to be here." I turn around and see the largest woman i have actually ever seen. I'm a little surprised I didn't smell her before I looked over, scooty puff and everything.  So I'm slightly put off but still buzzed and having a good time. So i look over at this woman and just stare. Like literally, just stare at her. Dead eyes stare. She is trying to stare back at me but keeps looking away from me and eventually moves away after realizing the small/medium rack I'm looking at won't even fit over her left calf.  So I have a bunch of shit and I'm waiting to cash out. I've actually forgotten about this encounter because I'm extra buzzed and having a great time - found a star wars (new hope) VHS with one of the original sleeves and I'm about to get it for like 1$ and then I hear laboured breathing. "Look at her purse (kate spade, bought from winners because I'm cheap but classy) why is she even here. This store is for people like us who need these clothes" I have a problem with this. Yes, this is a store where people don't have a lot of money can shop and they can get decent/half decent clothes for a good price. My problem is when you label a store as somewhere where people go when they can't afford things, obviously no one wants to go there. Parents/people who are on a budget/homeless people/anyone who needs clothes for a few dollars don't want to be seen at a store where "poor people shop". You want people who have at least a little bit of money to come to these stores so they don't become something that people think negatively of. So I turn around, ready to say something. I'm not a subtle person, and I'm a little tipsy. Then I look in the scooty puff basket. "Desserts for low sugar diets", two other cookbooks, and a shirt that her daughter is holding up. Then I hear this - "MOM THIS IS ONLY A 2XL IS THAT GOING TO FIT?" It's this worn out used-to-be-black-but-now-splotchy-grey shirt and honestly all I felt was apathy. I no longer cared that this 'person' thought that I shouldn't be there because it was just the biggest waste of space I'd seen. I turned around and paid for my old technology and 6 shirts for 35 dollars and moved on with my life. That's all folks. Almost wish I had openly shitlorded, but pretty sure the beetus has taken her by now.