A co-worker and I were walking through the store on our way to dispose of some cardboard and trash, when a passing customer commented loudly to her friend that "Uh HUH. They was lookin' at my boobies" in a would-be offended tone.
Please don't flatter yourself. A word to the not-so-wise:
I was not "Lookin' at your boobies" Even if I played for that team, I really doubt I'd have looked at them willingly. However, yes, I did notice them. Briefly. For about a millisecond before I averted my eyes in horror and embarrassment for you. I assure you, neither me nor my co-worker, who seems to deal with real sexual harassment on a daily basis for some reason, were enamored of your mammary glands. If you are what we politely call 'voluptuous', and wear a sundress that barely comes above your waist, apparently coupled with a bra that's a cup size too small so that your puppies are crushed together and almost touching your neck, people WILL notice and they will look. Eru's sake, they were wobbling and flopping around like a holiday Jell-O mold. Eurgh.
As Dr. House would say, COVER THE FUN-BAGS!
Please don't flatter yourself. A word to the not-so-wise:
I was not "Lookin' at your boobies" Even if I played for that team, I really doubt I'd have looked at them willingly. However, yes, I did notice them. Briefly. For about a millisecond before I averted my eyes in horror and embarrassment for you. I assure you, neither me nor my co-worker, who seems to deal with real sexual harassment on a daily basis for some reason, were enamored of your mammary glands. If you are what we politely call 'voluptuous', and wear a sundress that barely comes above your waist, apparently coupled with a bra that's a cup size too small so that your puppies are crushed together and almost touching your neck, people WILL notice and they will look. Eru's sake, they were wobbling and flopping around like a holiday Jell-O mold. Eurgh.
As Dr. House would say, COVER THE FUN-BAGS!
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