Over the Shoulder Bolder Holder

I went shopping (last?) weekend with a good friend of mine. And bi-golly I was on a mission. You see- recently i've had 4 bra's.... disapear. I'm not pointing fingers or anything... (but i think it was misses scarlet in the dinning room with the candlestick). So yes... I needed some new bras. Victoria's secret. Thats right... I treated myself to some bra's of the Gods. I got there and anounced (loudly) that i was "too fat for this sale!" (Located at the front of the store were some bra's 2 for 32. they of course didn't have my size). I was quickly directed to the back of the store (where they put fat people) and set up with a bra specialist (do people dream of having this job?). The bra specialist asked me my size and what I was looking for. I simply said "36C and a good bra". She raised her eyebrow at me. Asked me if she could measure me. I said yes- confident in the information I had given her because I had infact been measured before (granted it was a while back). So I turn- face her- and assume the bra measuring position. She calmly informs me i'm not a 36- I am a 34- this makes me happy. Then decides to RUIN my day and tell me i am not a C... but infact a D. (I thought about slapping her mouth when she said that). She then bombarded me with like 20 bras. This one lifts and separates, that one is a push up, those two are demi's, that one has adjustable strapes, this one has no straps, over here is the full coverage, underwire, no wire, snap back, brown, pokadots, traditional, great support, little support, bettershape, and "my personal favorite" (her words... not sure what that ment.) I finally found the bra that was for me- spent way too much money and walked away. These bra's better not get stolen.... bra shopping is tramatic..... and Jerica owes me 5 dollars.