One lunch time, with nothing better to do, I wandered into the specialist clothes next door shop. They had some smart ankle
length coats in the window that I really thought might suit me.
The shop was empty - except for two rather twitchy saleswomen, both much older than me.
They both hovered around me, asked me what I was looking for - then said, quite clearly, that they didn't have anything in the shop that was my size and that I might want to leave.
So I did.
It was a plus-size boutique, specialising in size 16-24 - and clearly chubby little size 16 me wasn't quite chubby enough for them.
Seriously - this is the only time any sales person has ever given me grief for my size or appearance.