Here's a WR-like story for you.
My grandmother, who was 89 at the time, claimed she needed some new bras. She insisted I take her to K-Mart.
All her bras were so old, there was no reading the size. So, we're wandering around the bra department, looking at all the styles, picking out a few for her to try on.
Nice employee comes over, looking to see if we need help. So she and I started talking about sizing and she said she would go get a tape and measure her.
Well, apparently Grandma was feeling ignored and impatient. Right there in the middle of the K-Mart, she lifted up her shirt over her head and yelled at the top of her voice "Would someone just get me a damn bra!" And no, she was not wearing a bra.
I hustled her outside and took her home, without buying a new bra.
