Going Through A Spell Of Spelling

(I work at a popular home improvement store. The following conversation occurs between me and three coworkers. Note: I’m 21 and female, Coworker #1 is 25 and a new mom, Coworker #2 is female and 60, and Coworker #3 is male and in his 50s. Coworker #1 is explaining about ‘fajas’ which are like Mexican Spanx.)

Coworker #1: “So, my friend makes them specifically for each person. It really works. It’s breathable and comfortable.”

Coworker #2: “How much does it cover?”

Coworker #1: “Depends. Usually from your shoulders to about mid-thigh.”

Me: “How much do they usually cost?”

Coworker #1: “Eh… around $120, but it really, really works.”

Coworker #2: “Is it like tank top straps? How thick are they?”

Coworker #1: “Oh, they’re pretty thin. Like an inch or so thick.”

Coworker #2: “And do you wear your…” *glances at Coworker #3 nervously* “…B-R-A over it?”

Me & Coworker #1: *bursts out laughing*

Coworker #3: *fake confused frown* “B-R-A? Jeez, I wonder what that could be. Let me Google it.”

Coworker #2: *blushes* “Oh, I can’t believe I just did that.”

Me: “I can’t believe either. You really thought [Coworker #3] wouldn’t know what B-R-A spells?”

Coworker #2: “Well, it’s just like when I used to do C-A-N-D-Y when my boys were little… but then they’d tell me they knew how to spell.”

Coworker #3: “Still trying to Google B-R-A over here.”