day twelve!
Meet.... "Nikki".... or not.
You may want to choose the 'or not' option for this one....
If I look uncomfortable, it's because I am.
Not about being in Victoria's Secret, but because I just had to get some sort of visual proof that I was, indeed, there and did meet someone... but I had to do it speedily before I bolted the heck OUTTA THERE!
Ok, ok.. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Have you ever accidentally gotten a bra fitting?
Well, now I can say that I have.
'Twas a normal afternoon in the shopping center.. doing some last-minute college shopping (I'm sure you can guess what I needed... tmi? sorry.) when Nikki came up to me at VS. Now, normally that is quite alright and the sales clerks can be extremely helpful... giving you different deals, helping you choose which brands and items to match to get the most savings, yaddah yaddah yaddah. But this woman was something else. To spare you the awkward and potentially not G-rated details, she was determined to fit me for a bra right in the middle of the store. Without permission. And without warning.
I'm sure this doesn't sound as creepy (or maybe it does) as it was when it was actually occurring, especially because I'm laughing about it now, but I was just so utterly confused and flustered.
Like, "HI, I'm Nikki. Welcome to Victoria's Secret! Let me just wrap this around your chest. What was your name again? It's ok this is totally normal. I'm gunna touch your boobs, is that ok? Oh, it doesn't matter I touch people alllll day."
Bra fittings are not that awkward..... WHEN YOU ASK FOR THEM.
Excuse me, ma'am... please don't touch me.
Or give me random comments like "Oh your bra is for old ladies!" or "Girl, you should try this maximum-bombshell-extra-super-push-up-padded-like-a-marshmallow-extra-volume bra!"
Well. In an effort to escape the ridiculous and somewhat-insulting comments she was throwing out left and right, I decided to humor her and try on a bra that was the size that she recommended (which was a whole different conversation let me tell you... ) and then bolt as soon as she left me in the dressing room.
In an effort to save you all any more detail of this story, which I'm sure all of you are finding pointless and waiting to end, I will give you a fun fact that you probably saw coming!
Nikki just loves to fit people for bras. It's, "like, her calling!"
OK I feel mean now... she was trying really hard to get me the perfect fit, but it was unsolicited and, to be quite frank, not appropriate.
And even though we had crossed the personal space boundary within three minutes of meeting and she probably would have agreed to it, I did NOT want to get close enough to her to take a selfie. Hence the mannequins!
Yeah.
Thanks for letting me recount that wonderful tale.
And now I have to go back and actually buy the things I need.
Well, until tomorrow!
If I look uncomfortable, it's because I am.
Not about being in Victoria's Secret, but because I just had to get some sort of visual proof that I was, indeed, there and did meet someone... but I had to do it speedily before I bolted the heck OUTTA THERE!
Ok, ok.. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Have you ever accidentally gotten a bra fitting?
Well, now I can say that I have.
'Twas a normal afternoon in the shopping center.. doing some last-minute college shopping (I'm sure you can guess what I needed... tmi? sorry.) when Nikki came up to me at VS. Now, normally that is quite alright and the sales clerks can be extremely helpful... giving you different deals, helping you choose which brands and items to match to get the most savings, yaddah yaddah yaddah. But this woman was something else. To spare you the awkward and potentially not G-rated details, she was determined to fit me for a bra right in the middle of the store. Without permission. And without warning.
I'm sure this doesn't sound as creepy (or maybe it does) as it was when it was actually occurring, especially because I'm laughing about it now, but I was just so utterly confused and flustered.
Like, "HI, I'm Nikki. Welcome to Victoria's Secret! Let me just wrap this around your chest. What was your name again? It's ok this is totally normal. I'm gunna touch your boobs, is that ok? Oh, it doesn't matter I touch people alllll day."
Bra fittings are not that awkward..... WHEN YOU ASK FOR THEM.
Excuse me, ma'am... please don't touch me.
Or give me random comments like "Oh your bra is for old ladies!" or "Girl, you should try this maximum-bombshell-extra-super-push-up-padded-like-a-marshmallow-extra-volume bra!"
Well. In an effort to escape the ridiculous and somewhat-insulting comments she was throwing out left and right, I decided to humor her and try on a bra that was the size that she recommended (which was a whole different conversation let me tell you... ) and then bolt as soon as she left me in the dressing room.
In an effort to save you all any more detail of this story, which I'm sure all of you are finding pointless and waiting to end, I will give you a fun fact that you probably saw coming!
Nikki just loves to fit people for bras. It's, "like, her calling!"
OK I feel mean now... she was trying really hard to get me the perfect fit, but it was unsolicited and, to be quite frank, not appropriate.
And even though we had crossed the personal space boundary within three minutes of meeting and she probably would have agreed to it, I did NOT want to get close enough to her to take a selfie. Hence the mannequins!
Yeah.
Thanks for letting me recount that wonderful tale.
And now I have to go back and actually buy the things I need.
Well, until tomorrow!