I did something really embarrassingly stupid yesterday. So I thought I would share.
First, I fell in love with this chicken skirt:
I called the store. The chicken skirt was on their website.
"Hi. I really like that chicken skirt on your site, but I wasn't sure what size to order."
"Did you measure?"
"Yes," I explained. "But I don't fit into the categories. I appear to be a Small in waist, but, uh... according to your site I should order an XL for my hips."
"You must have measured wrong!"
"No, no... I measured right. But the thing is... I'm not an extra-large. I'm sort of normal-sized."
"Well, that doesn't make sense. If you're a size four, you couldn't be XL."
I reddened, though I was on the phone and she didn't know who I was.
"I meant normal like... size 8... so maybe I am XL... but..."
I thought for a minute and then blurted out:
"If I'm XL, what do the fat chicks do?"
There was a silence on the other end and then the woman diplomatically suggested I come in to be measured.
But I can't. I'm too mortified by what had just come out of my mouth. At least I called from work, so they couldn't see my name on their Caller ID.