Chris walked Cash around the outdoor mall while I went inside to try the clothes on. I usually pull a 6 and an 8 and pray (sometimes out loud ) that the 6 will fit.
I found an adorable dress and put on the 6 in the fitting room only to discover it was too large. Excitedly, I threw open the fitting room door and asked the attendant, "EXCUSE ME. THIS 6 IS TOO LARGE. DO YOU HAVE A 4?"
"Sure. I'll grab one for ya." she said, staring at me oddly.
"YEAH. THE 6 IS JUST HUGE!!!" I say, nearly screaming for all to hear.
She brought it back and sure enough, it fit perfectly.
"I'LL TAKE THE 4." I say to her as if she were going deaf.
At the cash register, I tell the cashier, "THIS DRESS IS ADORABLE. I'M SURE GLAD THE 4 FIT!"
"Uh yeah. Cute." He responded quietly.
Made a total fool of myself. But...
THE SIZE 4 FIT.
**To be fair, the dress had elastic, was fitted in my small parts and poofy on my big parts - it's not like I've actually lost weight... I'm still putting it in the win column though.**