The Bras

We went shopping last weekend up at the big city department store.  I ventured into the BRA area and when a bra salesperson said she would give me a bra fitting, I was really jazzed.  I have never had a bra fitting and I've suspected for a good long while now that I've not been wearing the best bras.  The fitting took forever, with the gal leaving me for long bouts of time with no explanation.  I was okay about this because I thought, "Hey, I'm going to leave here with great fitting bras.  It's all good."  Unfortunately, it was not all good for Husbandman when I emerged 45 minutes later from the fitting room.  He was royally p' o' ed about how long the bra fitting took. Then I got mad at him for being a little on the rude side and I didn't talk to him for quite awhile really, aside from a nicety here and there.  So anyway, we finally talked (sadly this reconciliatory talk occurred during The Bachelor so I was unable to live tweet), and we put all this nonsense behind us.  But here's the really sad ending to the whole story.  The new bras fit horribly. They are SUPER uncomfortable.  I basically hate the new bras.   I have decided never to have a bra fitting again.  Bra fittings suck.  I hate bra fittings.