I went to Joanne Fabrics to pick up some of their on sale holiday fabrics and a few little stock items - buttons, zippers, thread, etc. I got my fabric and headed back to the cutting counter. I was just running to Joanne's, and I've been feeling under the weather, so I just threw on a big gray sweatshirt, jeans and old comfy sneakers. I wasn't wearing any makeup, and I'd just pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail after my shower and left it. It was just one of those days. (Yes, this is relevant.)
Anyway, there was only woman cutting fabrics and I was the only customer at the cutting counter. I figured things would go quickly. The woman gave me a look when I came up, and started talking to me. I was only half paying attention, as she was complaining about other coworkers or something like that. I gave her the bolts of fabric and she looked at them, and looked at me with a sort of funny expression, and asked what I was going to use them for. Pretty standard question, I think everyone who cuts fabric at Joanne's asks everyone that. I told her I was making some skirts, and that that was the majority of what I make. She looked at the fabric again - cutesy Valentine prints and the like - and looked me over with a sort of disbelieving expression before asking me in a condescending voice:
"And do you actually wear these skirts, or do you just make them?"
Forgive me for not dolling myself up to run to the fabric store real quick to grab some necessities and take advantage of a sale while I was there. Maybe it's not a big deal, but it was her tone and the way she looked at me that was just so judgmental that it irked me for the rest of the day.
(And I also consider bitching to a random stranger about your coworkers pretty poor service, too.)