Apparently Target frowns upon customers trying on bras, over their clothes, in the middle of their store...
It’s the first day back to work for the new year, I’ve been on vacation for three weeks, so I’m lucky I even remember how to get to my offices. Needless to say it was hectic and crazy today! In addition to all of my work, I was planning my sweet Toga in my head for a Toga party I have this Friday. These events are always bitter sweet for me, because although I love making costumes, it’s very time consuming because I have to make them perfect!!!
After stopping at the fabric store and buying my fabric and accessories, I realize I need a bandeau bra to wear under my toga. And based on my last toga event, I acknowledge the fact that I need to get some boy shorts that actually cover my butt- last time I was left standing in a tank top, thong and santa fur around my wrists... a whole different story!
So I make a quick stop at Target on my way home from work, to run in and grab a bandeau bra and some boy shorts. It takes me forever to find a bandeau bra, fortunately I quickly realized the bra I had grabbed, with “detachable” straps, was a nursing bra. As soon as I find the bandeau bras, I notice they do not have a size chart! So now my dilemma is "small or medium???" For those of you who know me, STOP LAUGHING, I often think my boobs are smaller than reality portrays. I’m too tired to walk all the way to the fitting room and I definitely don’t feel like coming back to Target this week to exchange the bra once I get it home. I’ve often slipped on a jacket or or cardigan over my clothes while shopping to see if it will fit, so with haste I assume a bra on the outside is as appropriate as a jacket on the outside.
I quickly get the bra on over my shirt, and I am silently praising myself for doing this- I’m a super genius, because I in-fact did need the medium. Then (ladies you know what I’m talking about, I hope...) I do the appropriate gesture to make sure the bra fits, I cup my boobies. As my hands are over the bra, over my shirt, over my boobs, a lady says: “Excuse me Miss, we prefer you to try clothing on in our fitting rooms, not in the middle of the store.” I immediately realize my grave error and release my hand from cupping my boobs and turn around to acknowledge this Target employee. I have to say, at that moment I completely agreed with her, my actions were not acceptable for every day Target shopping :-(. I quickly offer, what I think is a valid verification for my awkward reverse stripping, that “good news, it fits, so I’m just going to buy it!” That verification did not, however, remove the fact that I am standing in the middle of Target, in my work clothes, by a display of thongs, wearing a bra on the outside of my shirt!!!!! She clearly did not find me charming... and I don't blame her, that was not my finest moment.
I remove the bra, put it back in the box, and dash to check out. As I’m standing in line, I think about the fact that a little boy could have been shopping with his mom and walked passed me, a grown ass woman, standing in the panty section, with a bra on over her shirt! Or, what if I had been passing the mens department and saw some man, with boxer briefs on over his work pants, cupping his junk?????? Sometimes I really wish these things would occur to me before I go ahead and pre-qualify myself for Mensa due to my brilliant ideas, and obvious high IQ! What a great way to kick of 2011!
