I have been in need of new undergarments for some time but I have been thwarted in my mission at least three times now.
Bra salespeople really make me twitchy. They tend to be tiny, persistent women who follow you so closely around, I feel I should have an akad nikah just to feel legal. I've accidentally elbowed a few in the boobs a couple of times, before I started doing it on purpose just to get them off my back.
It's not like they're helpful either. Figuring out the right size is pretty much an exact science involving a tape measure but these women will eyeball your chest then loudly proclaim a number either two sizes two big or small for you. Protesting makes little difference because she has given her decree. If you choose to ignore her and root around yourself, you do so at your peril as she will stand close by, giving you evil looks which will curse you with a wonky chest.
Then there was the sales assistant who shoved bras of varying sizes in my hands. It was the last day of sales, so I was patient and tried them all. Of course they didn't fit and when I told her they were too big, she waved her hands at me and exclaimed, "You tighten the straps, la."
What, are you stupid or something?
"There is no point tightening the straps if these," and I grabbed my boobs at this point, "don't fit the cup."
I dumped the bras on the display counter and walked off.
Epilogue: Yes, I did manage to get some eventually. Three for RM129!! Not bad huh?
Bra salespeople really make me twitchy. They tend to be tiny, persistent women who follow you so closely around, I feel I should have an akad nikah just to feel legal. I've accidentally elbowed a few in the boobs a couple of times, before I started doing it on purpose just to get them off my back.
It's not like they're helpful either. Figuring out the right size is pretty much an exact science involving a tape measure but these women will eyeball your chest then loudly proclaim a number either two sizes two big or small for you. Protesting makes little difference because she has given her decree. If you choose to ignore her and root around yourself, you do so at your peril as she will stand close by, giving you evil looks which will curse you with a wonky chest.
Then there was the sales assistant who shoved bras of varying sizes in my hands. It was the last day of sales, so I was patient and tried them all. Of course they didn't fit and when I told her they were too big, she waved her hands at me and exclaimed, "You tighten the straps, la."
What, are you stupid or something?
"There is no point tightening the straps if these," and I grabbed my boobs at this point, "don't fit the cup."
I dumped the bras on the display counter and walked off.
Epilogue: Yes, I did manage to get some eventually. Three for RM129!! Not bad huh?
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Bra ladies don't exist any more here. Yay!