Preface: Where I live, sodapop doesn’t come in the big 2L bottles. Nope, we have glass bottles. Only glass bottles. No cans. No plastic bottles. Just glass. That’s fine, but try picking up a six-pack of pop. That shiz is heavy.
Main story: This evening I needed chocolate. It’s a medical condition, I swear! So off I went to the store. My darling husband requested that I pick up a six-pack of Coke, because we are out, and, like my medical chocolate-needing condition, he has a medical Coca-Cola needing condition. Ahem.
The routine at our local grocery store is this: You put your stuff on the counter, they scan it through, and put it in your cart for you. If you have a six-pack of pop, instead of picking up the entire carrier and putting it on the counter (heavy, remember?), you put one bottle up, and they scan it through six times. That’s what I did tonight. Laundry soap, bottle of pop, chocolate. The lady scanned everything and put it back in my cart. Actually, she put the pop bottle right back in with the other five bottles. I paid. I left. When I got home, I looked at the receipt.
Yeah, you guessed it. She only charged me for one bottle of pop. $1.09 + 40 cents deposit. So I paid $1.50 for almost $9 worth of merchandise.
Now I’m home, I really, really don’t want to put my bra back on and drive back out to the store. I will go back and pay for them tomorrow after work. I swear, I’d do it right now if it weren’t for the bra factor.
Hey– I just noticed that Carrisa has a post about pretty much the same situation. Looks like it’s going around.
Omg this made me laugh so hard.
I gotta use that line some time. “Now, I REALLY don’t want to put my bra back on…”
(thing is, I never take it off)
EVER?
I must not be wearing right-fitting bras. The second I come home, I whip it out through my sleeve. It flies across the room. I let the girls roam free. That’s me. Tits akimbo.
Ok so I can totally relate on the bra thing. Once that sucker is off for the night it takes a LOT to get me to put it back on.
And I’m glad to know I’m not the only one this “hypothetically” happened to.
Ha ha ha, that’s fantastic. Tits akimbo, awesome.
Oops– Erika! I forgot to say UNLESS WE HAVE VISITORS. Then I pretty much keep things contained.
I dunno what it is – I had it drilled into my head as an impressionable adolescent that a) I should always wear underwires and b) I should never take the bra off unless I wanted my tits to end up at my ankles before I was thirty.
I’m forty now (well, almost – October 20th – I like cookies and books) and my boobs are relatively perky, but now I have a phobia about taking my bra off.
Save me from the tyranny of the bra!