I’m thirty-one. There I admitted it. Thirty-one and OK with it. What I’m not OK with is a little thing we call gravity. What goes up must come down. Who says? Well, Newton of course. I have news for Mr. Newton. Last night I defied gravity. Oh yes I did!
I walked into the store last night a tiny bit intimidated. I had one thing on my mind. That was finding the bra that my friend had (Hi Deanna!). After nursing three kids, my girls followed Newton’s law. I just wasn’t OK with that. I needed the perkiness that I already new this certain bra would give me.
I was greeted by a nice saleslady. I’ll call her “B” because that’s what her name started with and it’s easier than typing saleslady. B asked if she could help. I told her I was looking for a bra. We walked to that section. I was immediately overwhelmed by the choices. She noticed my expression. B asked what kind I needed. I only had two things in mind: perky girls and a little bit of padding. I explained that I worked with all men and she told me we would find one that kept the headlights on dim. I knew then I was in good hands!
She measured me and told me a size I was sure Shamu could wear. Then she handed me a couple bras to try on. I noticed they were two sizes smaller than she measured. I tried them on and was not happy with the results. The cups bulked out. I could not have that. I told B and she got me more to try. After about the sixth one, she told me to let her know when I got it on. Here is the conversation that followed.
B: Do you have it on?
Me: Yes, ma’am.
B: Let me see.
Me: I don’t have my shirt on!
B: Well, Hun, I can’t see your bra with your shirt on.
Me: Oh… yea… OK…. hang on.
I reluctantly open the door and she comes in. She begins pushing and shoving the girls where they needed to be. Then she fiddled with the straps. I could only think one thing, SHE BETTER MAKE BEGA BUCKS FOR THIS JOB! I stood there literally speechless until she was finished. Then she moved back. I looked in the mirror. This lady knew her bras! The girls were perky! I, with the help of B, had accomplished what I went to do: Make the girls perky. I even accomplished something else! I defied gravity. These girls are staying up!
Thanks B! You are amazing and you deserve a huge bonus!
Comments
First…I can’t believe you blogged about this today.
Second…I can’t believe you let a perfect stranger in the dressing room with you half naked
Third…this was sooooo funny to read about.
Well D. I just read about your encounter with B and I really need to go get me one of those there slingshots. I have to hunt Tupelo over to ever find just 1 that will half way fit. Its the pits to be big chested. I sure wish mine were perky. Little did Deanna know she was going to start a frenzy with her perky breast!!!! If I was rich I would go get a reduction cause I hate them.
YAH!!! I’m glad you and Nieca are both pleased! I knew y’all would be though.
P.S. I can’t believe after having 3 kids that you would even have to think about letting someone measure you for a bra! HA HA! That’s so funny!