Maybe I just LOOK like a delusional bitch, I dunno. I can cut shoe store clerks a lot of slack because I know they must put up with epic shit from women who insist on trying on every size 7 in the store before grudgingly admitting they're an 8 1/2. But I really am a 7 1/2. I know I'm tall and most women my height wear 9 or 10, but what can I say… I have weirdly tiny feet for my height.
Pretentious shoe store lady, I've worked in retail. I know all about customers who try to squeeze into shoes and clothes that no way in hell are going to fit. But giving the ol' "whatever" eyeroll when I ask for this sandal in a 7 1/2 and saying "I think I'd better measure your feet" in your snippy voice just pisses me off. You could at least try to be nice and feed my some BS about how your store's shoes fit small and you want to measure me just to be sure, if you're seriously convinced I'm lying about my damn foot size. And huffing "Oh I guess you really are a 7 1/2" once you've measured my foot doesn't make things any better.
Icing on the cake? When you still bring me a size 9 because "sandals are supposed to fit big," and then imply that I'm too vain to wear sandals because I don't like the way the size 9s stick out an inch beyond the back of my heel. The HELL?!
Yeah, I went to a different store and bought some size 7 1/2 sandals from a nice woman who was really helpful, friendly, and didn't mentally label me a liar because I'm a tall chick with little feet.