dira | Adventures in Girliness

Ran some errands today - collected roommates from airport, paid the rent, popped borrowed MFU tapes back in the mail to the lending library, and hit the mall in search of a bra I could wear under a white shirt, since I don't seem to have any.

I dunno if I just haven't been into a Vicky's on a Saturday in a while, or if they were particularly well-staffed today, but, damn. I mean, the store does this kind of neat thing now where they ask you what size bra you're trying on as you go into the changing room, and hand you a sample box - every featured style in your size - to take in with you, but.

Well, I've been out of the store for close to an hour, now, and I'm still trying to think of a pithy way to say, "Yes, okay, I probably do need a fitting, but I'm really not in the mood to have your hands on my junk today, so just let me do this trial and error thing, and I promise you that when the bra I wind up buying doesn't fit right, I'll just take it as confirmation that my body is Wrong, and then I'll probably come back and buy another one in yet another different size." I mean, that's not going to fit on a t-shirt. Laminated card, maybe? I could just hand it to her, like flashing a badge?

After all that, though, I wound up buying the pretty lacy one from the sample box that made me smile when I tried it on, and applied for the goddamn Angel card, too. So I suspect getting the fitting done is just a matter of time...

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