Divisions and Precisions

Curse you, The Avenue! Is

Curse you, The Avenue! Is it not enough, that I wander into your store, eager to spend Christmas money to buy a new coat, only to find that you're sold out of EVERYTHING in my size? Oh no, no. You would think that a store that specializes in "women's sizes" would have aisles large enough for a "woman-sized" woman to get her "woman-sized" ass through, wouldn't you? No. Of course not. Let's cram all the clothes so tight together on racks that I look like a rhino crossing the grasslands as I go through the store. You can chart my progress by watching the waving of clearance-marked knit tops and leather pants. This, THIS is why I hate going shopping. It pisses me off.

The Avenue. Nothing Should Stop You. ®

Except our tiny little 6 inch aisles that clearly say, "Your size 32 ass is not welcome here." Feh.