I had a similar thing happen at Ross. My therapist and I missed our last meeting, so I decided on some "retail" based therapy. So, I found five nice summer dresses, and a couple of tops.
I'm wearing the dress in my Avatar, and some 3" chunky heels; total height is like 6' 4". So I get to the front and the lady asks to see my credit card. It still has my male name on it, so she asks for my drivers license, which is even worse as I've not only have the "m" in the gender but am clearly male in the photo from 3 years ago. She does a stereotypical double take then starts scanning all the tags. When she hands me the bags, she gives me the "Have a good day... 'SIR'!" My reply was a half chocked "thank you" because right at that moment my throat decided to close a little.
Everyone in the store had be nice: down to even the loss prevention and security dudes, I even had a few too many things for the dressing room, and one of those annoying tags go off on a cute Calvin Kline color block dress. Everything had been fine until then, and suddenly I am chocking on my words, stumbling in my heels, and feeling all hot and sweaty, all because she decided to denigrate me out loud. Some people are just haters. My motto is "Stay Classy" and I'm not giving that punk girl the satisfaction, so I held my head high and walked out as best I could.
So Kate, that's my wish for you. Lady, stay classy.
Hugs,
-Alana