But in Santa Monica...I was just some grotesque joke of a human not worthy of anything but mockery. I know I am chubby so having salespeople remind me in the cruelest ways was hard to accept...and what I learned there is unless I shopped for handbags, shoes, makeup, chocolates or jewelry, I get not only "avoided", I get made fun of, and the worst experience I had for that was in shops in Santa Monica, along Montana and at Fred Segal (actually both this and the Melrose location...) being the worst. Kitson on Robertson wasn't pleasant really either. At the SM Fred Segal, I was ready to buy a $500 handbag and some items in the beauty dept, as well as tiny little necklace for my friend's bday gift...I was walking through the jeans dept to pay for my items, wallet in hand, and heard laughing and turned around to see two sales women literally pointing and laughing at me to another male salesperson, and since I was the only person in the freaking store that didn't work there..I figured it had to be me. I knew nothing clothingwise in the entire store could possibly fit me, which is why I didn't actually look at any. I asked if there was a problem, and they kind of whispered like "oh sh!t she heard us" and I looked aroundto see if maybe I had something on my butt or back...and then they literally cracked up. I dropped all the items in my hand onto the floor like an angry child and walked out. Someone who I assume was a manager stopped me as I walked towards the exit to see if there was anything she could help me with since I guess she saw tears on my cheeks and I said apparently I don't belong in this store, and my money isn't worth having. She apologized, and seemed sincere, but it was done. I walked to the car outside in tears, and my husband knew it was just a bad day. I wanted to just go back to our hotel and be left alone.
Horrifying!
I'm so sorry that happened to you.