Uncomfortable

If you know me well, you know that I could be described as a bit of a prude (if you're feeling a little uncharitable). You also know that I'm fairly spineless. So keep that in mind as you read about my uncomfortable experience at the outlet malls on Friday.

I was looking for some nylons because, despite their cost, they are easily destroyed by the slightest touch. A sales associate came up behind me, and my husband suggested that I should ask her for help. I declined. She interjected herself in the conversation. "I can help you! Were you looking at the full length nylons or the thigh highs?"

At that point, I wanted her to go away, but I also wanted her to feel useful. So I asked what I thought would be an easy question that would allow me to return to browsing. "How well do the thigh highs stay up?"

Unfortunately, this was the wrong question to ask. She decided to draw a comparison. "They have this thing in them that keeps them up. Kind of like that thing in some bras. Actually, here, let me show you." She then pulled up her shirt and pulled down her bra and offered it for me to feel.

Yikes. Spinelessness won out over prudishness. But I was very uncomfortable.