Okay, last weekend I went bra shopping. This isn't something I necessarily look forward to. In fact, I procrastinate going. Finally the long awaited day arrived and I had mentally prepared. Dillards was the store of choice. So off I went and selected my assortment of bras to try on. I told Mel as soon as one fits, I'm done. I'll buy it and go. Lucky me...the first one fit. The stars had aligned. It would work so why continue trying any others on? I handed my carefully selected item to the lady at the register. I pulled out the trusty debit card and was ready to make the transaction. Then I looked up to see the bra lady looking down her nose at me. She said "Now, we don't do this." I said, "Do what?" and she demonstrated how one cup was folded into the other. I had commited a criminal offense and didn't even realize it. I said "okay..." And then she then explained how after washing my new bra I needed to hang it evenly on a hanger so the water would evaporate from each side evenly. Do they go to school to learn this stuff? Really...
So what did I do? I came home, folded it inside out and took a picture. So there, bra lady.
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