Meet my cousin Amie.
My cousin is the total opposite of me; skinny, blond hair, blue eyed, beautiful, cheerleader, and popular with both men and women. I always joke with her that she received the good genes of the family. It doesn't matter where we go together, she turns heads.
We went to a major chain clothing store that carried nothing over the size of extra small. Seriously, my one leg could fit in a pair of pants (and I doubt even that). There were probably 10 people working in said store and only one person made eye contact with me, asked if I needed help, and even offered a dressing room when I was carrying my cousin's clothes. Surprisingly it was a male salesperson who would normally look the other way. The other salespeople would side step me and go directly to my cousin to ask if she needed anything. If I tried to make eye contact they would pretend to fold clothes. If I asked for a different size or style they pretended not to hear me.
It amazes me that people act like this to other human beings and all because I'm a fat chick who couldn't even think about wearing their name brand clothes (YET). One of these days I will go into this store and have my "Pretty Woman" moment. I can't wait for the day!