Middle School Embarrassment Rears Its Ugly Head

I just encountered a whole new level of humiliation while taking my bridesmaid's dress in for alterations. The dress is lovely. It's a short, chiffon, cloudy blue little number with a sweetheart neckline - a dress I would actually wear again. It fits perfectly, except it's too big the chest region. Now, considering my size in that area hasn't changed much since the 7th grade, I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never be Pamela Anderson. Heck, I'll never be Cameron Diaz either, but I got a great pair of gams, so I'll go with that. 


Anyway, I go to the tailor shop and try the dress on. I come out of the fitting room, the woman looks at me and in some kind of Eastern European accent she states, "Haha, yes, you don't have enough bust to fill dress." Quel horreur! Granted, I had already given her a brief description on the phone of what the problem was, but jeez, she didn't have to announce it. Then, to add insult to injury, she asks me if I was wearing a bra! I had to admit yes I was, not mentioning that it was a padded strapless from Victoria Secret. I guess there was no miracle there, considering she didn't think I had anything on! 


*Sigh*


I'm about to gear up for some yard attack, so you may be hearing from me again later today. If I come back without a severed arm that is.