I need a new bra. I didn't think it would be very difficult. I had a couple of hours without kids and a 30% off coupon for Kohl's. Not to mention they had clearance galore and I have a daughter's birthday to plan. So I perused the store, gathering all the things I thought might work before I hit the foundations department. That's code for bra and underwear.
I don't want anything fancy. Basic white bra with slight padding. Full coverage, too. Even the boobless have something to slide out the sides. Did I mention I'm an A cup? Not a push up bra. Not a polka dot bra. Not a sports bra. Just an every day bra.
45 minutes later, I came up with one A cup. That's right. One. It was peach. Disappointed but still elated that it was on clearance (and I still had my 30% coupon), I took my selection to check out. Apparently, the young, pretty thing had a script and I just might have moved her off kilter.
"Did you find everything all right?"
She looked up, startled. "What didn't you find?"
"An A cup bra."
She took an appraising look at my chest. "The average cup size is B and C. We stock our store with those sizes."
"So barring an augmentation, do you have any suggestions?"
She just stared. I glared.
The boobless do not like to be compared.