Generally my friends ask me for my opinion on clothes when they are conflicted on buying them or not. I always love giving my opinion when it comes to fashion so I have no complaint on doing so. If the outfit is a total loss then I say so... if it can be fixed then I fix it.
Last night we went to the mall to look for a few some new suits, sandals, towels, shades, and cover-ups (for our trip tomorrow YAY!). As always I gave my discriminating opinion on clothing when asked or when needed. We went to this one shop in particular and I took a quick scan of the place and told my friends that it would probably be a waste of time looking around in there. They laughed and agreed with me and soon we were walking out.
Apparently some woman had followed us out and started making comments towards me as I was walking away. She made curses and crude disgusting comments that for refinement sakes I will not repeat here. She made a dim comment on my being to good to shop at certain stores.
I asked her a question along the lines of if there was something seriously wrong with her, that my taste is my own and if I choose not to shop at certain stores she has no right to question me on it. She made more curses and I told her that there would be no use in arguing with her because she was obviously incapable of intelligent thought. That was when she called me a snob and I of course had to rebut “Why should I consider myself responsible for your own feelings of inferiority?” after a pause I decided to continue “ I do agree with your self opinion though, we are our own best judges”
She started to get in my face as though she wanted to start a physical fight (something that the stupid do... their brains don’t work so they use their fists). I’m not one to get into physical fights... only cheap, disgusting, trashy women get into physical fights.
It was really unpleasant having this crusty woman get in my face, more unpleasant having her put her hands on me to push me. I got so aggravated by this low cow that I did something utterly unladylike... I spit in her face.
I do have to say that it felt good to see the look of utter shock on her face as my spit hit her square in the middle of the face. I shoved her in the chest as hard as I possibly could (I refuse to fight but I will shove somebody away from me if I detest their presence)(I didn’t realize that I was strong enough to send her flying back at least ten feet before falling).
A few bystanders decided to intervene but I walked away in the opposite direction (no one stopped me) and we drove to another store. My friends could not stop talking about how I degraded that woman by spitting in her face... it was a good laugh.
I really hate physical confrontations like that though... it’s something you expect from the simple minded.

BTW I got two really cute swimsuits, a beach towel, sandals, shades, and a pull on skirt and oversized white button-up shirt.