Melissa here. Spoiler alert. There are no pictures as a part of this post. And this may well have been funnier in my head. And with wine.
While in Seattle, I needed to replace a few bras. The ones I brought on the trip had imploded. The underwire wore through the fabric and was poking in places that just shouldn’t be poked. So off to Nordstrom’s I went. I told the clerk I was there to buy two bras – one black and one tan. That’s all that would fit on the boat I told her. I walked out with six. How does that happen anyway? I’m a reasonably self-assured type. Yet the clerk managed to talk me into six. Ok, admittedly there was some new bra technology available. And you know how I love new technologies. I tried to explain the purchase to Dave and the conversation went like this:
Me: I bought six new bras.
Dave: Cool. Will there be a fashion show later?
Me: Ha ha. Aren’t you the funny one.
Dave: Not that I’m complaining, but why six?
Me: Well, there are these new things called bralettes. Super comfy thin cotton deal. Perfect for the heat and humidity. They look sort of like a training bra.
Dave: Training bra? I always wondered what those things were. I mean what exactly are you training them to do? Be perky? Do tricks of some kind?