It was one of those long days where the coffee wasn’t strong enough and my patience was already paper-thin.
A customer walked in and asked, “Are you a plus-size store?”
I smiled and said, “Yep.”
She leaned in and whispered, “My daughter-in-law is HUGE,” and — I kid you not — she actually did the Hulk pose to prove her point.
I didn’t respond. I just turned on my heel and walked away.
Not because I was offended for me.
Because I was heartbroken for her daughter-in-law… and for every woman who has been reduced to her size in one casual, cutting comment.