She Must’ve Flunked Out Of Boob School
I have a very large chest. This happened a few years ago after my chest went through its last growth spurt. I went into the only lingerie store in my small town to get resized. I explained up front that I knew they didn’t carry my size but would like to be fitted so I had a better idea of what to order. The girl took me into the fitting room to get a few measurements.
Clerk: “Good news! We actually do carry your size on our website, but not in-store. Although, we do have a few fitting bras for you to try on so you know what to order. We can even place the order for you in the store so you’ll get free shipping.”
Me: “Oh, cool. The last time I was here, you didn’t carry a large enough size.”
Clerk: “Yeah, we just expanded our size range. You’re a 38DDD.”
Me: “Are you sure? Usually, the band size I wear is a 34. My best guess is that I should be around a 34G.”
Clerk: “Yes, you probably just wore the old ones and they stretched out with you so they seem to fit.”
I found this statement to be incredibly rude, but she seemed utterly clueless, so I just let it go, mostly because I wanted to see where this was going.
Me: “Okay, that doesn’t seem right to me, but I would be happy to try them on.”
She came back and handed me two bras. I tried them on and they were awful; they were both too small and too big at the same time. I considered just leaving, but I wanted to see if I could get her to fit me correctly after she saw how bad they were. Just to note, I did have the loose bra-fitting T-shirt on.
Clerk: “Is it okay if I come in and check the fit?”
Me: “Yes, but I was right; these do not fit at all.”
Clerk: “Oh, no, those fit you perfectly.”
Me: “No, they don’t. They are so tight on my chest that my boobs are mushrooming out the top, and the band is so loose that if I raise my arms I’ll fall out of it. I can even fit my entire fist in the band.”
I lifted the shirt slightly and showed her that my fist did in fact fit in the band with extra wiggle room.
Clerk: “No, it’s supposed to fit like that. You have just been in the wrong size for so long you’re just used to a tight band. Having a band too tight is what causes back pain.”
Me: “I don’t have back pain. And what about the fact that I have mushroom boobs?”
Clerk: “You just need to push them down farther, or try on the full-coverage option if you don’t like having cleavage. It fits you fine.”
Me: “This is the full-coverage bra. There’s a difference between cleavage and spilling out, and no, it doesn’t. Could you please remeasure?”
She gave an annoyed sigh but did remeasure me.
Clerk: “I’m getting the same numbers. That is the correct size. Would you like me to place an order for you?”
I didn’t say anything. I just lifted my arms and shrugged my shoulders and, as I predicted, the band slid up over my chest and stayed there even after I dropped my arms down.
Me: “Is this supposed to happen? I really don’t think this is the correct size.”
The clerk stared at my chest for a second with the band now across the top of my boobs, not under them, and without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the dressing room. I got dressed, left the store, and never went back.