The Bear Necessities

19 05 2009

Her name was something like Vicki, Sheryl or Marge.  She was easily in her late fifties and early sixties and her measuring tape was slung around her collar like a necktie halfway through prom.  She asked me to lift my shirt up – in the store’s back room – but it all seemed totally normal.

A ten-second look and two hands later, she had successfully come up with a bra size. The measuring tape never left her neck.  A few more seconds later she tossed two bras toward me and swore they would fit. She was right. They did.

So it took VickiMargeSheryl ten whole seconds and a copping a feel to get the right bra size when it took many an “intimates apparel specialist” a few tries with the old measuring tapes. Over the years, starting at the age of 17, the sizes changed, STARTING with 40 DD at the age of 17 (let me just say right now how ridiculously off that was) until we got to VickieMargeSheryl’s measurement at the ripe old age of 24, which was actually right. Minus a small incident due to the misuse of birth control, the girls stayed mostly the same size in that six-year period. But in between the years the sizes varied from 32 something or other to 40 something or other.  Why so many discrepancies? Or are some people just blessed with “the gift” of bra-sizing with their eyes?




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19 05 2009
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20 05 2009

You. Are a delight.

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