Just remembered.
I went to Manchester yesterday to do some shopping. I was in House of Frazer looking through the rails at the Morgan fashion concession and the assistant came up to me and said, 'are you aware of our sizing policy', or something like that. At the time I thought she was being helpful but I seriously think she may have been being a cheeky bitch.

Now in all honesty, nothing would have fit me but I was looking for my youngest sister to wear on holiday.

I may go back and cunt her in the fuck.
( girlinthehole, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:17, 21 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Definitely cunt her in the fuck
Sounds like she was being rude to me.
( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:21, Reply)

Oi!

( Cawl, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:22, Reply)

What?
*puzzled*
( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:27, Reply)

Hi!
:D
( Cawl, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:27, Reply)

Oh right
Hi!

Half moon 2 weeks tomorrow? I'll have been paid by then so I can buy you dinner.
( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:29, Reply)

Could do, yeah!

( Cawl, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:35, Reply)

Good
Be there or I'll be lonely, cold and dead inside.
( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:41, Reply)

WHS
FFS - that's just plain (a) rude and (b) unnecessary.

Beeky chitch.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:23, Reply)

What a bi-atch.
She was also implying you'd be too stupid to notice.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:26, Reply)

Who gives a shit what she meant?
It's Monday and I'm in the mood for some punching.
A shop-mong will do nicely.
( thealternativefact, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:28, Reply)

*hides from the punching hands*

( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:29, Reply)

*Stretches fondling hands*

(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:34, Reply)

*unzips trousers*

( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:35, Reply)

*takes out camera*
*fixes on macro lens*
( Cawl, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:36, Reply)

STOP GETTING OFF ON MY BAD MOOD

( thealternativefact, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:39, Reply)

*passes Clendrix some tissues*
Sorry about your eye.
( Captain V, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:41, Reply)

Go back.
Pick out loads of gear in your sister's size then go to the counter where she will serve you. Let her ring it all through then pretend you've lost your credit card. How much fun will that be? You could even get so much stuff she'll be creaming for the commission. Go for it.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 22 Jun 2009, 11:35, Reply)

Or
Get your Dad to go in. When she asks if she can help the reply is no, I'm just buying something for my *wink* niece (smug smirk is optional). And Add I'm paying for her and the clothes so she'll wear what I choose. Then do as above.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:33, Reply)

So what was their sizing policy?

( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:16, Reply)

I don't know. I just said yes and she walked away.
It was a bit of a surreal moment.
( girlinthehole, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:41, Reply)

I'd have asked for it in writing
then Honda Accorded her to death.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:47, Reply)