Fats and vintage clothes: a comedy So I went with my two nieces yesterday to a vintage consignment shop in search of some vintage dresses and skirts for my sister's birthday. She's a skinny old hippie chick and loves anything authentic 60s and 70s, so there's a particular shop in town I usually hit up because they usually get a lot of clothes from that era. Being in this cool as hell shop makes me feel like a kid again, honestly. There's no ridiculous plus size section, the clothes there are all normal sized. You'd think this would be an indicator for fats to stay away if they ever chanced to waddle in this great place, but... There were these two big idiots there when we got there, one annoying female plumper and its much wider companion, short and well over 200lbs. I'd say both were in their late 20s/early 30s, Plumper is already aging like shit though from what's likely a shit poor diet. Both were dressed in Goodwill mock-vintage Faded Glory bullshit trying to pull off a hipster 70s vibe. They were loud, giggly, jiggly, and on our nerves but I knew if they attempted to actually try something on we'd at least have a funny show to go with our shopping. So Plumper tells Fatty to look for some dress they'd seen there last time. My niece, who is tall (5'11) and somewhere around 155 I'd wager, was standing and browsing near wherever Fatty was looking for the dress. I was behind them looking at a different clothes rack. I could see Fatty didn't like having to stand near a pretty, tall, and normal actual girl so it huffily said "'scuse meee" and yanked the dress off its hanger to go try it on. Niece is a sweet girl and isn't at all like me (my sister never learned to be a proper shitlady so did not raise her girls accordingly, tragic), so she just shrugged and kept browsing. I gave fat bitch the stank eye when she turned around to pass me and go to the dressing room. All good, I knew how this was gonna turn out anyway. That dress had to have been a large, maybe size 10-12 in 1970s standards. Fatty was at best an XL. Fatty doesn't take 2 minutes before coming out of the dressing room whining loudly to Plumper. "Oh GAWWWD, I thought it had ELASTIC, it doesn't have ELASTIC in it! I couldn't fit it around my waist!" I pretended to be scrolling and looking at something on my phone and chuckled out loud. Guess Fatty heard me and got mad, because it started waddling away to leave with Plumper. It didn't even hang the dress back up on the rack, just tossed it on the counter near the store clerk. Store clerk must be a shitlord, he smirked and said "Didn't work for you?" I don't think they heard him because Fatty wouldn't shut up about how they "never have anything that fits right or looks good here". My nieces and I had a great laugh about it afterwards and I took it as an opportunity to remind them that it's okay to be rude in return when a fat ass is trying to be rude, even if it's lowkey. Never take that shit, especially from a fat ass. Laugh at them at every opportunity.