I’m a taller than average woman, and I work in a profession I’ll describe as “Retailville,” clothing and bome goods edition. So a couple of days ago, a customer caught me out of my natural habitat, which is “usually” in the back of house. Yup, I was on the sales floor! In an area that I apparently don’t belong – petite women’s clothing! Silly me, those pants won’t be long enough for me!

A short, observant and sassy older lady (think tinges of Estelle Getty) boldly said to me, “You don’t belong in this department.”

“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just passing through.” Ya know…going from point A to point B kind of thing?

But I had a good laugh about the encounter with a co-worker a bit after that. I said. “Maybe we need a sign and yardstick like they have at amusement parks that says ‘You must be this short or shorter to enter this department.”

The lady overheard me and continued getting in on the fun! She looked right at me and said, “My entire life I’ve been wondering where the other half of my legs were. Now that I see you, I know you must have them! I hope you’re taking good care of them!”

“Oh sure,” I said. “I even shave them once in a while!” 🤣

The last time I was this entertained in the petites department, it was overhearing a shopper debating with another shopper whether someone they were shopping for needed a sweater or not.

“No, she has Satan to keep her warm,” one of the ladies said.

Be honest – don’t YOU want to meet this lady? 👹