Yes, this really happened.
While the event described is true, the store name, location, and names of persons involved have been intentionally omitted to allow the players to retain some shred of dignity.
I'm bra shopping on a rainy afternoon. Like I don't have better things to do. Like I'd want to be doing anything else but this--and that includes trimming the poopie clusters from my long-haired German Shepherd's back end.
Always hated it. But, I like it even less now given I've got one boob (the other one tried to kill me so it got lopped off).
I'm on my third store in search of something with a list of important criteria...
I think my bras should be half price since I'm only using one cup. But I digress.
I go to the counter.
Me: do you have mastectomy bras?
Sales woman: oh, you're looking for a vasectomy bra?
Me: not exactly, I'm looking for a MASECTOMY bra.
Sales woman: we have a nice selection of vasectomy bras.
Me: *sigh*. Okay, show me to the vasectomy bras.