Embarrassing Moment--good laugh at my expense!

So let's start by giving you some background...I'm ENDOWED, to put it nicely. A blessing AND a curse! As I approach my mid 30's, I've noticed that the "girls" like to travel south a bit. The answer--a custom bra fitting! Yes--one of those places where "professionals" ask you to undress completely from the waist up so they can CONFIRM your worst nightmare--sagging breasts, overflowing side boob and the all too popular "back butt".

So, a member of my local women in business chapter happens to own one of these hoity-toiti bra shops. I figured, might as well let someone I KNOW do this, right??? WRONG!!! To my horror, the shop is run by a 20 something "Barbie" who looks TOO good to be all real, if you know what I mean. So, here I am in the fitting room with headlights blaring--waiting for "Barbie" to come break the news to me. Not ONLY did I go up 2 cup sizes (yes--SHOCKING!) but also 2 inches in band width compared to the bra I walked in wearing! And let's say that once you get in a G cup the 'pretty' bras are no longer an option. I'm all about FUNCTION at this stage.

My main complaint is strap slippage on the shoulders. So, "Barbie" shows me some new fascinating gizmo. It's supposed to be a girls best kept secret. These little silicone strap holders that fit over your bra straps to keep them snugly on your shoulders. The package PROMISES 'NO Slippage". So, I fell for it. After all, what's another $10 when you've already shelled out $85 on one of those bad boy bras!

So, I walk out in my new bra and strap keepers to take the girls out for a stroll. I just wanted to try them out--after all, they haven't been this high up for a while! I head to the store for some wrapping paper and packing tape. I'm casually walking around the store when I notice an older gentleman eyeing me. I perk up a bit--you know, chest-OUT-shoulders-BACK type of thing and continue about my shopping. Again around the corner...here he comes. I just can't believe it! This guy is old enough to be my FATHER!

Suddenly, my flattery turns to horror as he blushed and shyly said, "Miss. You dropped this." It was one of those PROMISED to stay put, no slippage silicone bra strap holders. I am NOT kidding! Can I just say that I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my purse as fast as I could and managed to say, "Thank you". I think...it's all a blur.

Moral of the story is this: from now on, I'm going with the Dolly Parton theory. If it's sagging, dragging or flabbing--I'll have it nipped, sucked & tucked to make it right!

Hope you had a good laugh...on me!