what's the secret?

I'll tell you what the secret is. It is not knowing that you are going to get fondled when you go in to buy a new bra!

Seriously, I had no idea they had gotten so personal. Actually, I may sound appalled, but it really wasn't a big deal to me (obviously, or I wouldn't be blogging about it). I found it kind of humorous actually. Twenty-something Emily offered to help me find what I was looking for and when she couldn't hear me, asked me to step into the dressing room area with her. We actually went into a dressing room together and she shut the door. I guess she could hear me better that way???

Luckily she left when I tried it on, but then, being the good sales-person that she is came knocking to see how it fit. I said "good!" Then she asked to come in. "Uh....just a second...(nervous laugh)". I had to re-work a few things before letting her back in. I felt a little awkward when she came back in and began pulling and tugging here, and patting ever so slightly over there. She was very helpful though and suggested I needed a smaller size (YES!), so we went through the whole ordeal again, with the new size. Voila! $42+tax dollars later and I am a happy woman (some things I am willing to pay for if it means good quality and that it will last a long time). Oh, and I also learned that you can have "muffin top"...up there! Fortunately for me, that wasn't the case. I wish I could say the same for my waistline.

I wonder if I should have tipped her...