The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare -

The boyfriend gets involved. He pulls a bra off the rack, holds it against his own chest, and announces, "This seems small." He does not know that the bra is a 38G. He does not know that cup size is relative to band size. He will not listen to the salesman.

The nightmare peaks when she asks for the manager. The manager, who has never sold a bra in his life, says, "Just give her store credit." The salesman watches his store credit system get dinged for a $78 bra that should have been incinerated. He smiles. He dies inside. The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare

"I want it to be strapless with straps." The boyfriend gets involved

"Reinforced with vanity!" Mrs. Gable barked, brandishing a pair of high-waisted control briefs like a battle flag. "In my day, a woman was held together by iron and willpower. This... this is transparent. It’s scandalous. It’s practically a greeting card." He will not listen to the salesman

Firstly, his worst nightmare could be accidentally knocking over a display of lingerie, causing a domino effect of falling garments and embarrassed customers. As he frantically tries to pick up the scattered items, he might end up tangling himself in a mess of lacy bras and panties, making him the laughing stock of the store. The customers, instead of being outraged, might burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation, making the salesman's embarrassment even more acute.

"It’s all wrong!" she sobbed. "I’ll just get married in a tracksuit!"

"I need something that says 'I’m a professional,' but also 'I’m prone to night sweats,'" the Over-Sharer announced, dumping her purse on a display of $200 silk chemises.