‘Scuse me?

Today I was on a hunt to find an O’neill bathing suit.

I visited every surf shop in Los Angeles.

I went from Sherman Oaks, to Ventura, to Santa Monica.

I was so over today, I just wanted to go home and lay down.

As I was on my way home, I saw the paparazzi outside a store close to my house called Bleu.

I went to Bleu once, but was not into it because they had overpriced and not that fabulous clothing selection.

I saw the Mercedes white G-wagon.

I immediately thought it was my idol, Britney Spears.

Wrong.

It was Audrina from The Hills.

Snoozefest ’09.

So I go in, and they have some really cute stuff on sale.

I find a gorgeous bathing suit and tell the sales lady that I am going to some tropical places and if they had any cute maxi dresses.

She goes to the rack, pulls a dress, and says, “Oh it’s a two but you’re probably a four right?”

Honestly i’m not in retail, but a rule of thumb/courtesy would be to guess the persons size and go down.

RUDE.

But the real reason I was pissed is because sometimes i’m a four, and sometimes i’m a two.

It depends on the designer/style/If I didn’t eat fast food for a month.

Needless to say I paid for my bathing suit and stomped out.

This is how I felt.