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The C Cup Inquisition

It was one of those days were my girls and I needed a little lift. We had been feeling a bit frumpy and  I knew it was time to update my wardrobe. I headed to the mall armed with my budget and one eye out for pretty sundresses.

It was with luck I remembered to wear my favorite bra!  The girls stood at attention as I tried on a very pretty dress for a mighty fine price. I scooped it up and went on my merry way.

I was having such great  luck  and it seemed that the shopping gods were smiling down at me. I decided to treat my girls to a sexy new pick-me up for all of their hard work. I sauntered into Victoria’s Secret admiring all of the lovely things. It was there I saw sparkly pink lace push-up bra and it called out my name…

It was love at first sight! I knew Queen B and I we were destined to be together. It was just the coy look she gave me with the promise to keep my girls in place.

That was until  the assistant walked up to me and I asked,

“Excuse me do you have this in a C-36?”

She gave me a once over with her peering eyes and asked,

“Are you sure you are a c-cup?”

My face went red. My mind was racing. Wondering what other cup would I be? I mumbled, “Errr!Yes.”

Her tone changed not believing that I was a C-Cup and once again assessed my breasts then sternly looking me in the eye,

“Do you have any of our bras?”

I looked at my breasts and looked her straight in the eye,

“Yes. And it’s a C cup.”

Her tone went shrill,

“Are you sure you are not a D?”

I started to sweat, I was failing all of the answers, all I wanted to do was try on the damn bra!

“I’m very sure. I’m not a D.”

My face was getting red! My mind raced  – why was this woman questioning my breast size? I didn’t need to be reminded that I was endowed. But I have never been a D cup.

Her beady eyes peering close into my face. I was waiting for her to pull-out the strap and instigate some form of torture.

“How do you know?”

I felt the palms of my hands sweating, my ears were burning, the people around us were looking.  I was beginning to feel dizzy. I wanted to make sure I gave the right answer. It was then Queen B gave me a look, her sparkles began to twinkle, and I took a deep breath,

“I know because I’m wearing that bra right there at this current moment. And the last time I checked it was a C cup.”

She looked across the store, observed the bra I was pointing at, and let out a long sigh! A sign of relief then crossed her face, and with a smile she exclaimed,

“Oh! That explains it then it’s the miraculous push-up! It gives you the  appearance of the extra size. And pushes them up!”

It was with that she went, to search for the elusive c-cup. I always knew my bra size. I just didn’t know I would have to go to great lengths to prove it.

In the end  Queen B and I were destined to be together living happily ever after… Not even the C Cup Inquisition could stop us!

Have you ever been given the third degree? What was your worst shopping experience?

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18 replies

  1. I am between a C and a D cup. I once worked for a company that sold bras and in their sizing I was a DD 😦 so it’s different and these bras were “special.” Think Mad Men.

    Like you I wear a 36 C in most bra sizes. I’ve tried bigger sizes with store bought bras and because bras stretch they end up being too loose. Yes, I was given the third degree when being measure for a bra when I worked for that company. Also, once when shopping at Ann Taylor for a blouse. I insisted that I was a 12. The sales girl (beeatch) looked at me funny, rolled her eyes but gave me the 12 anyway. I got in the blouse, but I can’t speak for the buttons popping out at the apex :(. Turns out she was right. I didn’t buy the blouse. I don’t like people who roll their eyes at me. If someone is going to be rude, I want them to be rude to me behind my back.

    1. UGH! That’s terrible! I would have liked to smack the eyeroll right off her face…I think we need to embrace our curves and do an extra shake at anyone who says different! They are just jealous :O

      1. I have learned to embrace my curves … I just need them to behave (do not expand) and not escape my grasp. What a great post … we can talk about our girls and curves for hours 🙂

  2. Ugh! If she felt compelled to ask, she really should’ve stopped at a single query. Other than that, she’s doing an excellent job at something her manager wouldn’t be a fan of: driving customers away. :/

    I had my first bad shopping experience in recent history over the weekend. I was at the Phoenix airport with Li’l D between flights. I was examining earrings, which I have a hard time finding in my style and with silver backing, while Li’l D slowly spun a magnet rack right next to me. The clerk said, “Oh, don’t you know there’s a playground just a little ways down the hall?”

    I raised my eyebrows at her, said, “Yes, and I also know I’ll be purchasing my earrings elsewhere, thanks,” and high-tailed it. No way, no how.

    1. I know! I was waiting for her to come-out with a measuring tape…At that point I would have high-tailed it out of the store.

      I can’t believe the clerk had the audacity to say that to you! I would have been equally as annoyed! I’m glad you said something and made her eat her words 🙂

  3. What is wrong with some people? I hate when someone acts like they “immediately” know something about you that you don’t know yourself….Did she really think you had no idea what size bra you wore? In the winter, while in Fl, I forgot the soap I use at home. I asked my mom to pick one up for me on her way to our hotel. I use a special acne soap, because apparently I have the completion of a botox needing 16 year old. The salesperson argued that there is no such soap. My mom immediately called me to check. When she filled him in, he assured her that I was wrong. My mom, a force to be reckoned with didn’t buy his story for a second. She left, went to the drugstore down the road and picked up that soap that just wasn’t ever made….

    1. I have no idea! She just kept grilling me…It was all very odd and frustrating! It felt like the inquisition and I haven’t had one of those since living with my mother :O

      Mother’s are a definite force to be reckon with! Mine probably would have gone back to the first store and shown him the bar of soap just to prove she was right! Sadly, it’s in our genes…

  4. In a situation like this I would have been tempted to borrow a line from a friend. “I’m sorry, but there seems to be some confusion on who has the checkbook.” I’ve never used the line before, but I am waiting for the perfect moment. I sounds like you could have used it.

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