Something like 60% of all women are wearing the wrong size bra, so we offer bra fittings to all of our customers. I’ve just measured a woman who insists that she’s a 36C; it turns out she’s a 36DD. She comes out of the fitting room.
Me: “So, what do you think?”
Customer: “I loved it! It fit so much better, and it looked amazing on. Thank you so much.”
After raving about how much she loves the bra, she sets it on the counter and starts to leave.
Me: “Did you not want to purchase it? It is on sale right now.”
Customer: “Oh, no, dear. I’m going to go to [Competitor]. I wear a 36C there.”
(I spent nine years as my mother’s caretaker before she, unfortunately, passed away. She left me a little bit of money. I have been out of work for years, caring for her, and my first stop is the local mall to find some interview clothes. I am a larger woman. I walk into a local clothing store and the younger, thin employee approaches me with warmth and enthusiasm.)
Employee: “May I help you find something, ma’am?”
Me: “Well, I’ve never had a proper bra fitting, so could you?”
Employee: “Absolutely!” takes me to an opulent dressing room and professionally finds my measurements
Me: “Thank you! Where do you have these sizes?”
Employee: “I am so sorry, ma’am, but we only carry up to [size much smaller than mine]. But you can find that size at [Local Store #1] or [Local Store #2].”
Me: “Wait a minute. You fitted me knowing you couldn’t possibly have my size?”
Employee: “Of course, ma’am. I was happy to help you find your correct size.”
Me: “Thank you so much!”
(I bought several panties and perfume from her, and found my bra at a neighboring store. I wrote a glowing review for her and the store and return whenever I can. It was a very difficult time for me, and I appreciate it more than words can say.)
(I am working in the fitting room of a popular Canadian fitness brand. Two young girls come in, clearly sisters. The older one has two sport bras and she goes into the changing room to try them. My manager tells me over the headset to watch them because teenagers are notorious for stealing at our store, especially girls with big purses like she has. She comes out in a sports bra and asks my opinion, clearly shy. Her sister is on the couch on her phone so she has to ask me. We discuss waist sizes and she decides to buy a bra. She thanks me and goes up to buy it. I think nothing of this until the staff meeting at the end of the day.)
Manager: “And [My Name], we had a girl call in today saying you did a wonderful job.”
Me: “Really?!”
Manager: “She sounded young, too.”
(My manager looks a little suspicious. We’ve had instances where people’s friends call to say that they did a good job just so their friend would get praise or a raise.)
Me: “Maybe it was those two girls I helped.”
(The next day my manager texted me saying the girl called back to make sure I got praise. Whoever this girl was, she helped me become a supervisor.)
Several years back, I had a cardiac event. A cardiac event is like a hear attack except that there is NO damage to the heart.
The good news is that the following day I had a cardiac cauterization and the doctor went in looking for trouble. He could not find any, so he decide to try to cause some. He stimulated my heart to 140 beats per minute (more than twice my resting rate) and it recovered instantly. Mechanically. I have a perfectly healthy heart.
But they decided to put in a pacemaker/defibrillator anyway. It got infected about a month later, so they took it out and for six weeks I had to wear a bra until I recovered enough to get a new pacemaker.
I call it a bra, they call it a vest – otherwise men would never wear it. I don’t know if it qualifies as underwire, but it did have wires. I also had to lug around a four pound battery pack.
I really enjoyed taking it off to take a shower and for an hour or two each day while I watched TV with my wife as a “safety observer.”
I was lucky in that it was early spring and the weather was cool. I can imagine how uncomfortable it would be in hot weather.
I had to wear it for only 6 weeks. I’m glad I’m not a girl.
My friends know that I am writing a fictitious book called “101 Reasons I’m Glad I’m Not a Girl.” Reason number 1 is being able to urinate standing up – the world is my urinal. Reason 101 is not having to find a bag to match my shoes.
In between are 99 other reasons (I think that there are more), some of which are trivial and silly like the ones I mentioned, others are serious, real world issues that women face.
So whenever a woman’s issue comes up in conversation, I will blurt out a random number, “Reason number 76 why I am glad I’m not a girl.”
I have a whole block of numbers reserved for bras.
My sister was visiting with us from out of town. My wife and I and she and my brother-in-law were discussing whether to go out to dinner or do take in.
We decided on take in. My sister then announced, “Oh good, then I can take my bra off,” just as my adult son walked in the door. He did an immediate 180 degree turn and walked out without saying a word. When he came back in he said, “I have to stop walking in during the middle of conversations.”
Yakety Sax about 14 hours ago
She Puts The Bra In Bravado
(I work in a lingerie store. I am standing at the front greeting customers when a woman in a full business suit walks in.)
Me: “Welcome, how can I help you today?”
(She unbuttons her shirt to the waist in order to reveal a ratty bra that is at least five years old.)
Woman: “Yeah, where can I find this bra?”
Me: “Um, I don’t think we carry that style anymore, but I can send you back to the fitting room where they can help you find a nice alternative.”
Woman: still with her shirt unbuttoned “Sure, sounds great.”
Me: “Okay, can I get your name and size?”
Woman: “Oh, I can’t remember my size. Just check the back of my bra for me, would you?
(She then begins to take off the rest of her shirt in the front of the store.)
Me: “Let’s just send you back to the fitting room right now…”
Yakety Sax about 14 hours ago
The Size Of This Problem Is Undocumented
Something like 60% of all women are wearing the wrong size bra, so we offer bra fittings to all of our customers. I’ve just measured a woman who insists that she’s a 36C; it turns out she’s a 36DD. She comes out of the fitting room.
Me: “So, what do you think?”
Customer: “I loved it! It fit so much better, and it looked amazing on. Thank you so much.”
After raving about how much she loves the bra, she sets it on the counter and starts to leave.
Me: “Did you not want to purchase it? It is on sale right now.”
Customer: “Oh, no, dear. I’m going to go to [Competitor]. I wear a 36C there.”
Yakety Sax about 14 hours ago
The Breast Service Possible
(I spent nine years as my mother’s caretaker before she, unfortunately, passed away. She left me a little bit of money. I have been out of work for years, caring for her, and my first stop is the local mall to find some interview clothes. I am a larger woman. I walk into a local clothing store and the younger, thin employee approaches me with warmth and enthusiasm.)
Employee: “May I help you find something, ma’am?”
Me: “Well, I’ve never had a proper bra fitting, so could you?”
Employee: “Absolutely!” takes me to an opulent dressing room and professionally finds my measurements
Me: “Thank you! Where do you have these sizes?”
Employee: “I am so sorry, ma’am, but we only carry up to [size much smaller than mine]. But you can find that size at [Local Store #1] or [Local Store #2].”
Me: “Wait a minute. You fitted me knowing you couldn’t possibly have my size?”
Employee: “Of course, ma’am. I was happy to help you find your correct size.”
Me: “Thank you so much!”
(I bought several panties and perfume from her, and found my bra at a neighboring store. I wrote a glowing review for her and the store and return whenever I can. It was a very difficult time for me, and I appreciate it more than words can say.)
Yakety Sax about 14 hours ago
*Bra-ce Yourself For Teenage Awesomeness *
(I am working in the fitting room of a popular Canadian fitness brand. Two young girls come in, clearly sisters. The older one has two sport bras and she goes into the changing room to try them. My manager tells me over the headset to watch them because teenagers are notorious for stealing at our store, especially girls with big purses like she has. She comes out in a sports bra and asks my opinion, clearly shy. Her sister is on the couch on her phone so she has to ask me. We discuss waist sizes and she decides to buy a bra. She thanks me and goes up to buy it. I think nothing of this until the staff meeting at the end of the day.)
Manager: “And [My Name], we had a girl call in today saying you did a wonderful job.”
Me: “Really?!”
Manager: “She sounded young, too.”
(My manager looks a little suspicious. We’ve had instances where people’s friends call to say that they did a good job just so their friend would get praise or a raise.)
Me: “Maybe it was those two girls I helped.”
(The next day my manager texted me saying the girl called back to make sure I got praise. Whoever this girl was, she helped me become a supervisor.)
FreyjaRN Premium Member about 14 hours ago
The worst thing about Mondays is that you may wear underwire on that day. Ow.
In Dog We Trust about 9 hours ago
I burned those torture devices a long, long time ago.
silberdistel about 9 hours ago
Does someone know if Karlykru is well? Haven’t seen her around for quite some time :-/
dflak about 8 hours ago
Several years back, I had a cardiac event. A cardiac event is like a hear attack except that there is NO damage to the heart.
The good news is that the following day I had a cardiac cauterization and the doctor went in looking for trouble. He could not find any, so he decide to try to cause some. He stimulated my heart to 140 beats per minute (more than twice my resting rate) and it recovered instantly. Mechanically. I have a perfectly healthy heart.
But they decided to put in a pacemaker/defibrillator anyway. It got infected about a month later, so they took it out and for six weeks I had to wear a bra until I recovered enough to get a new pacemaker.
I call it a bra, they call it a vest – otherwise men would never wear it. I don’t know if it qualifies as underwire, but it did have wires. I also had to lug around a four pound battery pack.
I really enjoyed taking it off to take a shower and for an hour or two each day while I watched TV with my wife as a “safety observer.”
I was lucky in that it was early spring and the weather was cool. I can imagine how uncomfortable it would be in hot weather.
I had to wear it for only 6 weeks. I’m glad I’m not a girl.
PraiseofFolly about 8 hours ago
Time to put the free-range boobies back in their pen.
stillfickled Premium Member about 8 hours ago
I haven’t worn one since I retired in 2016. (I quit smoking then too)
dflak about 8 hours ago
My friends know that I am writing a fictitious book called “101 Reasons I’m Glad I’m Not a Girl.” Reason number 1 is being able to urinate standing up – the world is my urinal. Reason 101 is not having to find a bag to match my shoes.
In between are 99 other reasons (I think that there are more), some of which are trivial and silly like the ones I mentioned, others are serious, real world issues that women face.
So whenever a woman’s issue comes up in conversation, I will blurt out a random number, “Reason number 76 why I am glad I’m not a girl.”
I have a whole block of numbers reserved for bras.
dflak about 8 hours ago
My sister was visiting with us from out of town. My wife and I and she and my brother-in-law were discussing whether to go out to dinner or do take in.
We decided on take in. My sister then announced, “Oh good, then I can take my bra off,” just as my adult son walked in the door. He did an immediate 180 degree turn and walked out without saying a word. When he came back in he said, “I have to stop walking in during the middle of conversations.”
Daltongang Premium Member about 6 hours ago
Yep Aunty, they hate when you drag those things across the carpet at work now don’t they?
rockyridge1977 about 6 hours ago
…..rolls around….yep!!!!!
Dapperdan61 Premium Member about 5 hours ago
I’ve got the Bra covered but trying to fit into a Girdle is a killer
cuzinron47 about 4 hours ago
Or in you case cargo straps.
Smeagol about 3 hours ago
Bras… my next comic strip is Baby Blues, moving on ;)
cactusbob333 about 2 hours ago
Bras are fun to take off – unless she says NO.
walstib Premium Member about 1 hour ago
For fun and games, some men put on a bra when Friday night rolls around.
Kurtass about 1 hour ago
It’s a good Monday, I’m off and slept in.