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| - Thank God I'm not the bride. As it was, if the sales clerk had not walked away to never return again, I would have ended up arrested for assault - that's right, I would have beat her up with organza and taffeta and big ass bows.
I'm the Maid of Honor in a wedding taking place out of state, with the bridesmaids all over the country. So a chain makes sense, everyone can go in, try stuff on and we are all happy, right?
Well, apparently David's Bridal only keeps a dress in stock for a few weeks at a time, as every dress we liked was discontinued as soon as we reached a consensus.
Finally, we had the dress picked out, and I went in to try it on. I'm generously endowed up top, and not all dresses are cut for girls with boobs (that's right, I'm willing to admit it.) So anyhow, I should have been an easy sale, I walked in with the model number of the dress, and just needed to try 1-2 sizes on.
The girl told me that it was my fault they couldn't find it in better sizes or colors, because "I chose to shop on the clearance rack." Excuse me?
As I was standing there in shock, still awed by the gargantuan bitch-tasticness of this little twaddlebag, she handed me a size 20. A SIZE 20. Guys, I don't expect you to understand that, but ladies, I'm a 12-14 - so maybe not empty envelope thin, but still - that was just downright rude. Either the murderous look in my eyes kicked in her fight or flight instinct, or she's even ruder than I thought, as she said "I'm helping OTHER customers" and walked away.
I found the dress in the wrong color but right size, tried it on, no help, took my own photo in the mirror (bride wanted to see it) and left the store. I bought the dress online, with a coupon code I found. No commission for the little clerks, and I by the time I shared the coupon code with all the other bridesmades, it was pretty much like getting a whole dress for free.
When it's my turn to shop for myself, I will not be counting on David's Bridal.
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