Many decades ago when I was slim and lissome I went to a department store at the beginning of the boating season to purchase a new bikini. I searched for quite a long time trying to find one and at last I had it. The two pieces were pinned to the same hanger. I rushed into the dressing room to try it on and the fit was perfect.
Coming back out and getting in line I found my credit card and moved to checkout. When I got to the checkout counter the clerk looked at my purchase and said, "These are not the same size. You have changed them." Incensed I replied, that I had done no such thing. Then I turned to several women who had seen me shopping and asked them to back me up. They turned away, unwilling to be involved. I asked to speak to the manager but was told she was not available. So I took two deep breaths and started to return the items to the rack where I'd found them.
But on the way there I totally lost it. I threw the bikini, hanger all, on to the floor and jumped on it. Jumped and jumped and jumped on it, then kicked it out into the aisle.
Oddly enough nobody came near me or tried to stop me as I left the store for the final time. Ever. To this day.