This past weekend I was shopping at one of my favorite stores and like most, they have a petite section. Being 5'9, the petite section rarely holds merchandise that applies to me. However, being that I am quite small up top, I do find the occasional gem of a short sleeved top or dress in a certain cut that fit me well. This is precisely why I moseyed over to the petite section this particular day.
Employee: Excuse me m'am?
Jenny: Yes? (with three items in hand to try on)
Small People's Loft Employee: I think you will find clothes more to your liking on the other side of the store.
Jolly Green Giant: Thank you, but I've actually found a few things already.
Small People's Loft Employee: I would just like to save you some time in the dressing room. This is the petite section.
Jolly Green Giant: Ummm...thanks, but I think I'll try my luck.
It was a cross between feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman getting asked to leave the high priced store and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz while in Munchkin Land. Unbelievable. Vindication was forthcoming at the check out counter.
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