I asked the salesperson at a popular sporting goods store a question about racquetball rackets. I asked which rackets have the best return. He then asks me what the skill level is of the person I am buying it for with this crooked smile, and looks me over from head to toe. He assumes I am buying a racket for someone else and not myself because there is just no way that this fat chick plays racquetball.

I am a fat girl who rules on the racquetball court. Yeah, buddy.