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The Lingerie Salesgirl
I work in a departmental store’s lingerie section, when I am not attending my part time classes. Being on my feet all day kills me, but I have gradually taken to people-watching to distract myself from the fatigue. The job is not too demanding actually; I take stock of the inventory, answer customer queries, size them up (ok, I meant measure them), make recommendations and sell them bras and panties in all shapes, colors and sizes.
My manager always tells me that we are selling the idea of being sexy, but I could never figure out why.
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, and the number of couples coming together to shop for lingerie has been increasing. I got the afternoon shift today and it was particularly quiet, given the fact that it was pouring outside.
About an hour into my shift, a JC student from the neighbouring school, walked in, dressed in her sports attire, tanned and obviously an athlete from the words on the back of her tee-shirt. As she approached my section, I looked at her, nodded and smiled. She quickly avoided eye contact and walked to the thongs section. “34A, leave me alone type”, I thought to myself and went back to the shelves to hang up the latest V-Day arrival, “Deep T Fiery Romance” – Red Lacy T-backed bra with optional gel padding for customized push up functions. Priced at $129.90, I thought this was daylight robbery at its finest.
After about 5 minutes, a squeaky, girlish voice behind me said, “Hello, do you have this design in 36B?” I replied, “Yes sure”, and turned around to find that schoolgirl standing behind me.
Just then, another voice interrupted and said “Hello Darling! This design so sexy leh! Give me 36C to try!” It was the plump lady whom I always see walking past the store in the afternoons. Plump was a euphemism, given her height of 1.55m with her OTT getup of platform shoes, mini skirts, tights and revealing tank tops in XL size. This combination never failed to bring attention to her figure, or rather the lack of it.
Now, I was more than happy to oblige my customers’ requests. However, after passing to both of them the brassieres, I grimaced and wondered if I should offer them alternative sizes. You see, the schoolgirl is tanned and skinny, and not too well endowed in the chest department. The fat lady, on the other hand, was too well endowed all over and would obviously have a case of over-spilling and what they term as “wrap dumpling”.
Both customers headed to the dressing rooms on opposite ends. After about 5 minutes, I knocked on the schoolgirl’s door and asked if she needed assistance. She said hold on, and peeked out of the changing room. Looking at the straps fall off from one of her shoulders, she said, “I am always wearing 36B but this design seems a little loose on me. Can you help me take a look please?” I stepped in partially and saw what looked like an awkward teenager trying on her mother’s fancy red bra. “I always wear 36B, is the size tagged wrongly for this design?” With a hint of disbelief, I smiled politely and told her that the sizing was correct and asked if she wanted to be measured. She turned red and said “No, no, no! I AM a 36B!” as if protesting against my idea and slammed the door.
They said it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, so I went a-knocking on the other lady’s door. She said, “Yes darling, I’m ok here! Come I show you!” and promptly opened the door. What greeted me were red bra straps peeking out beneath her white, translucent tank top and what seemed to be a strip of red cutting her extremely fleshy back into half, and her ample breasts half spilling out of her already low-cut tank top. Before I could make the same mistake of offering to measure her, she twirled a little in the tiny changing room and muttered, “I’m sure my boyfriend will like me in these! He always praised me for my perfect 36C figure!” I couldn’t bear to say anything more, smiled politely and told her how the bra made her figure look even more outstanding.
Shortly, the plump lady came out of her changing room. Her head was held high enough. She strutted towards the cashier in her tiny hot pink high heels which could hardly support her colossal body, while she playfully swing the red colored bra in the air as she walked.
Just right after the plump lady had left the shop. The young girl coincidentally came out of the changing room. Her body was slouched and her small bosom was now hidden in her JC T-shirt. It was obvious that she had been forcefully stripped off her initial confidence of her own assets. Her head was tucked towards her chin and her shifty eyes now gazed down towards the direction of the ground. The young girl’s left hand now grabbed tightly to the strap of her bag while her other hand holds on to the bra. She walked over to the bra section and threw the bra back at the rack with a slight sense of frustration.
The red bra bounced and landed onto the rack with all of the other color bras. If it had emotion, it must have been relief and perhaps a slight hint of joy. It did not end up having a cruel fate of cupping air on the young girl body in its lifetime.
The JC girl promptly rushed out of the store; displaying her athlete’s ability not just on tracks, but also in embarrassing situation like this.
I chuckled to myself, thinking about what had just happened in the store. Wondering to myself how misguided sometimes people can get, for both the young girl and the fat lady, and that from time to time, everyone needs a reality check.
Even if it be the hard and painful way.
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