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Thursday, July 24, 2014

It Must Be Exhausting

As a well-endowed woman, my bras are important to me. They must offer support and all-day comfort, without giving me the uni-boob of a workout bra. If they are pretty, that's an extra bonus, but since I'm no longer a teenager, cute isn't as important as it once was.

I also wear a color of lipstick that is inexplicably difficult to find. I cannot possibly be the only person who wants a long-staying, dark brown, but not muddy, lipstick. Given the options out there, you would think I was, though.

The other night, we went to the store. I found my lipstick! YAY! I found three ~ three ~ comfortable, supportive, attractive bras! YAY!  When it came time to check out, I realized the jewelry department was still open. This is the store where I wanted to get my ring repaired. So, I sent Lithus to check out while I took my ring to the jeweler. Off he went with my bras and lipstick. Neither of us thought anything of it ~ until he met me back in the jewelry department.

He was chuckling as he stepped up to me. The young women behind the register was so incredibly uncomfortable at a man, unaccompanied by a woman, was buying lipstick and bras. Painfully uncomfortable.

All I can think is how tiring it must be to be that uncomfortable in your own skin, with the people you have to deal with everyday, with the world around you.

Oh, and if you're interested, the bra is Bali's Comfort Revolution wirefree. Seriously, if it applies to you, you need this bra.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.

4 comments:

Mike Christie said...

Several years ago I went to the pharmacy attached to our grocery store to get a routine refill. It was about 8:45 a.m., and the pharmacy didn't open until nine. Or, shortly thereafter, as they were not allowed to punch the time clock until nine, as I learned. So I went into the grocery store to buy a box of cheap white wine, which I had planned on picking up later that afternoon. The cashier, a middle-aged male, looked at me with a sad, pitying look. I was just trying to kill some time and save another trip. The wine wouldn't be touched until after seven that evening.

Things are not always what they seem to the person at the cash register.

Ian Lidster said...

I am going to pass the bra selection name to Wendy who is 'endowed' much as you suggest you are. And regardless of age and texture, boobs are always adorable.

BostonPobble said...

Mike ~ It seems obvious to me that there are any number of reasons to be buying wine at that hour, and none of them are about choosing to imbibe at that hour. And if it's obvious to me, one would think it would be obvious to the person behind the register, who sees so many of the myriad of possibilities on a daily basis. How very odd.

Ian ~ Tell Wendy these are the best EVER. And since it's a bra, not hugely expensive, so if she disagrees, it's not like she just dropped a couple hundred bucks on something that objective. :)

Nemeria said...

Really? Wireless bra? Hmm....