I work at the local bra emporium, Bras Galore! as a sales assistant. Part of my job is measuring women to help them find the correct bra size, as most women are wearing the wrong sized bras. Unfortunately, this often causes trouble.
The biggest issue is that people think that bra sizes are standard. If you're a 32D in one place, you might be different elsewhere. Much like dresses, trousers and shirts are different all over, so are bras. Not that difficult a concept, right? Wrong.
A-Cup? More like A-hole.
The players in this scene include Me, a young woman with great ambition, and a nice rack. Playing a supporting part is Insecure Thirteen Year Old Girl, or ITYOG. Standing there doing nothing is ITYOG's mother, who has to be there as a chaperone.
Me: Right, so we've found your size, and it looks like you're a 36A.
ITYOG: What? No! I am NOT an A-cup! Bring me a 36C.
Me: (Um, sure, but they'll be really gappy on you. At least this keeps me from having to scrape gum off of the floor.) Sure, I'll be right back.
ITYOG: Does it fit?
Me: No. It's too big, see, the cups don't actually sit against your body.
ITYOG: I'm not an A-cup! Mum, tell her!
ITYOG mother: She's not an A-cup.
ITYOG: See!
Eventually, I hunt around the store, and find the one bra that comes up small, so that she can have a 36B that still gaps, but not quite as much. ITYOG is smug, and phones somebody to brag about her giant mammaries.
Unfortunate Man to the rescue!
Later, another person requests a fitting. This one is a grown woman, and so I assume she might have manners. This scene includes Me, a young woman of short stature, and big dreams. It also includes DD, a woman who believed that naming her child Ashileigh was a good idea. Lastly, as a special guest, we have DD's husband, Unfortunate Man.
Me: Okay, you're measuring up as a 34 back size, and I'll need to get you to try on a bra or two to find out what cup size you are.
DD: okay, great!
Me: (Exits fitting room through door)
Unfortunate Man: Excuse me, you're fitting my wife. Just to let you know, she won't buy anything above a double D.
Me: Unfortunately, the double D she's wearing at the moment is a bit small for her, she's probably an E.
Unfortunate Man: She won't wear it.
Even so, the unfortunate Me finds an E-cup, and brings it to DD.
DD: Oh, no, that's not my size.
Me: (explaning)
DD: No. That is not my size. Bring me a double D.
Me: (Does so)
DD: (Does not fit into bra) No, bring me my size! What is so difficult about finding a double D cup bra! Look at this! It doesn't fit!
Me: (backs out slowly)
Unfortunate Man: I found these bras. She'll like them, and I've paid for them. Can you just cut the tags out, and tell her they're a double D?
Me: Sure.
Back into the fitting room.
Me: I found these.
DD: What size are they?
Me: Double D. (oh, such horrible lies! They are all E-cup!)
E-cup bra: (Fits perfectly)
DD: Finally! Okay, great, I'll take them! Thank you so much, you've been so helpful!
It was then my duty to inform everybody else in our section of the store the proper procedure on dealing with her.
The biggest issue is that people think that bra sizes are standard. If you're a 32D in one place, you might be different elsewhere. Much like dresses, trousers and shirts are different all over, so are bras. Not that difficult a concept, right? Wrong.
A-Cup? More like A-hole.
The players in this scene include Me, a young woman with great ambition, and a nice rack. Playing a supporting part is Insecure Thirteen Year Old Girl, or ITYOG. Standing there doing nothing is ITYOG's mother, who has to be there as a chaperone.
Me: Right, so we've found your size, and it looks like you're a 36A.
ITYOG: What? No! I am NOT an A-cup! Bring me a 36C.
Me: (Um, sure, but they'll be really gappy on you. At least this keeps me from having to scrape gum off of the floor.) Sure, I'll be right back.
ITYOG: Does it fit?
Me: No. It's too big, see, the cups don't actually sit against your body.
ITYOG: I'm not an A-cup! Mum, tell her!
ITYOG mother: She's not an A-cup.
ITYOG: See!
Eventually, I hunt around the store, and find the one bra that comes up small, so that she can have a 36B that still gaps, but not quite as much. ITYOG is smug, and phones somebody to brag about her giant mammaries.
Unfortunate Man to the rescue!
Later, another person requests a fitting. This one is a grown woman, and so I assume she might have manners. This scene includes Me, a young woman of short stature, and big dreams. It also includes DD, a woman who believed that naming her child Ashileigh was a good idea. Lastly, as a special guest, we have DD's husband, Unfortunate Man.
Me: Okay, you're measuring up as a 34 back size, and I'll need to get you to try on a bra or two to find out what cup size you are.
DD: okay, great!
Me: (Exits fitting room through door)
Unfortunate Man: Excuse me, you're fitting my wife. Just to let you know, she won't buy anything above a double D.
Me: Unfortunately, the double D she's wearing at the moment is a bit small for her, she's probably an E.
Unfortunate Man: She won't wear it.
Even so, the unfortunate Me finds an E-cup, and brings it to DD.
DD: Oh, no, that's not my size.
Me: (explaning)
DD: No. That is not my size. Bring me a double D.
Me: (Does so)
DD: (Does not fit into bra) No, bring me my size! What is so difficult about finding a double D cup bra! Look at this! It doesn't fit!
Me: (backs out slowly)
Unfortunate Man: I found these bras. She'll like them, and I've paid for them. Can you just cut the tags out, and tell her they're a double D?
Me: Sure.

Back into the fitting room.
Me: I found these.
DD: What size are they?
Me: Double D. (oh, such horrible lies! They are all E-cup!)
E-cup bra: (Fits perfectly)
DD: Finally! Okay, great, I'll take them! Thank you so much, you've been so helpful!
It was then my duty to inform everybody else in our section of the store the proper procedure on dealing with her.

Then a saleslady told me I needed an A and I was
So I turned into
and the poor saleslady was 

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