Dress Snob!

Last week, I went to buy my bridesmaid dress for a wedding I'm going to be in this Spring. I love love love the dress that my friend picked, and I was really excited to go get sized for it. So I get to Bridesmart, and I show the Assistant Manager the dress that I need to try on. She looks at the dress, then back to me, and says, "You'd wear, what, a twelve or so?" I'm ok with being a 12 - was a 12 for years - but I've recently lost some weight and I no longer wear a 12. So I tell her that I probably need a smaller dress, and she bitchily (my own patented word) laughs and responds to me, "Oh, why don't you try on the twelve. I really think it'll work for you."
Fine.
I try on the twelve. It's too big. I tell her so. She looks at me, laughs again, and says, "I really would have thought you would have been a twelve. Hmm." BITCH!
So after squabbling over the measurements for a bit (she insisted on measuring my waist with my sweatshirt on, which adds some inches), she finally agrees that I need a smaller dress. But just to twist the knife a little more, she says, "You know that's funny. I would have sworn you wore a size twelve. You look like a size twelve, and I'm usually pretty right on about that sort of thing."
Well you're wrong this time, dress shop hoe-bag!
Had there been another Bridesmart within a 50-mile radius, I would have walked out right then and there. But alas, there was not, and I was at the mercy of the dress shop hoe-bag. Bummer about that.