Stad, you might want to skip this entry. Heh. Dad, actually, too, though I don't think he reads this. Read on if you're brave.
So I go into Victoria's Secret today to spend my $10 gift card (not really a "gift" - I have to charge something on my Angels credit card - no prob, I do that all the time!). I start looking at the new bras. A girl comes up to me asking to measure me. At first I decline, saying they measured me last year. Then she asks if I was familiar with their bra boxes in the back, so I don't have to look at every single bra. I let her take me back there (I know they are trained to not leave you alone in that store, I might as well give in early). The girl measures me, confirms my size is 34C, and hands me off to her assistant, who measures me again just to doublecheck. She tells me I'm a 34 double D. ?!?!? Huh? I tell her there must be a mistake, the other girl measured me and I was a C. She measures again and looks at my chest and says, "A C? No way - you're a double D."
Holy crap! No wonder I've gained weight this year, it's all gone to my girls!
Now, seriously, I think the girl was probably not doing it right, or something. Maybe the sports bra I was wearing messed up the measurements. Who knows. But I obligingly tried on the 34DD bras and you know what? They fit great. Not tight like the 34Cs I have. So I bought the bigger bra, I'll give it a shot.
So I go into Victoria's Secret today to spend my $10 gift card (not really a "gift" - I have to charge something on my Angels credit card - no prob, I do that all the time!). I start looking at the new bras. A girl comes up to me asking to measure me. At first I decline, saying they measured me last year. Then she asks if I was familiar with their bra boxes in the back, so I don't have to look at every single bra. I let her take me back there (I know they are trained to not leave you alone in that store, I might as well give in early). The girl measures me, confirms my size is 34C, and hands me off to her assistant, who measures me again just to doublecheck. She tells me I'm a 34 double D. ?!?!? Huh? I tell her there must be a mistake, the other girl measured me and I was a C. She measures again and looks at my chest and says, "A C? No way - you're a double D."
Holy crap! No wonder I've gained weight this year, it's all gone to my girls!
Now, seriously, I think the girl was probably not doing it right, or something. Maybe the sports bra I was wearing messed up the measurements. Who knows. But I obligingly tried on the 34DD bras and you know what? They fit great. Not tight like the 34Cs I have. So I bought the bigger bra, I'll give it a shot.
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Date: 2008-07-16 03:37 am (UTC)I think beer helps me lose weight because I end up PEEING IT ALL OUT. (ewww) It's a system cleansing thing!