Irrationally Irate.

Dear Woman at Store,

Shopping is already hard enough, a chore even, without you telling me that the sack-like dress I tried on fit badly due to the crappiness of my bra and not the shittiness of the garment which you are trying to foist upon me. Also? Do not presume that because my bra doesn't meet your exacting standards that you can go ahead and adjust my straps. You don't know how close you were to a swift kick to the groin.

Love,
Toni Bank