Admittedly, I've never been well endowed. It's never been much of an issue for me. You take life as it comes and be happy with what you've been given.
I've never been a clothes hog. It's never been a high priority much to Mother's dismay. Growing up poor impacts your thinking. So underwear is in that category. Not much of a priority.
After I understood the ornery operator was the ring leader and was leading an insurrection against me, I had to buy underwear. A bra to be specific.
When you're my size, there isn't much of a selection in the stores. For the first time ever, I bought a padded bra.
The first time I wore it to work, evidently it caused a stir. Soon afterwards, the ring leader showed up with a very nice, tight fitting shirt. She obviously had a new bra on, too, which really highlighted her figure. Her bra looked padded.
Shortly after I got into the area that morning, a fella' came through and casually commented to her, "Got a new padded bra, huh? You can't let her get anything on you, can you? Just because she gets one, you have to get one. You're jealous, aren't you?" She groused at him and he left.
She was obviously embarrassed by his remarks and somewhat flustered. To institute good will, I walked over and told her she looked very nice. She grunted some ugly words then turned her back to me, bowed up, and became sullen.
She was jealous and only Heaven knows the depth and breadth of it. It went deep enough for her to work against me and in an evil way.
I would have gladly helped her in any way possible. She was unteachable thus unreachable.
I have spent years in the bowels of manufacturing plants helping to bring numerous products to market that touch virtually every aspect of life.
|Pamela Quillin, P.E.||