Since the U.S. is talking about bruised vaginas (vaginas, vaginas, vaginas) I guess I can confess some more. I bought a stupendous bra that fit like a glove. It is also in chantilly lace. Yes it is underwire. But it is magnifico, don't even know I'm wearing it, it is a WonderBra. So of course I wanted another one. And I did go get one, except when I got it home I found it was a size 40DD
I was pissed. So today, I thought what the hey I'll go early in the morning, exchange it and then get to the festivities at the park (which have been going on since Thursday). So off I went, one bus transfer and a slog to the new and disproved centre mall (which needs a fucking transit system all on it's own). I found anothr one, checked the box, yep perfect, off to Customer Service. She said sign here and put it in the bag. You know what's coming right? Yep, she put the same fucking 40DD into my bag.
I went to the park to forgedaboutit. You don't have to sit in the beer gardens anymore to have a pint, you can walkabout everywhere. Only in Steeltown