Costco, where you can go in for nothing and come out looking like you’re going to feed a large Mexican family.
I NEVER buy clothes at Costco, but this time I noticed they had my favorite bra, 2 for the price of 1. I held a package in my hand, looked at the size and realized I wasn’t sure what size I normally wear for this bra. (Some women can vouch for the “depends on the bra” size confusion.)
So what did I do? “Excuse me, maam? Can I ask you a favor? Will you look at the tag on my bra and tell me what size it is?” Polite woman lifts the back of my shirt, looks at the tag, and tells me I’m a 36C. I thanked her. “No problem, I’m always making my kids do that for me and they hate it.”
Thank you kind Costco customer. May your cart always be full of all the tortillas and bulk size Salsa your heart desires.
One of the downsides of living in Columbus is no Costco… God I miss being able to get my lunch of samples, a hot dog and a very berry sundae.. In both the Tri and the Ham, Costco was always very comforting to my feeble psyche.. We have Sam’s Club, but it just isn’t the same (and it’s evil to boot)…
Please…never ask me to do that in public. Thank you. =)
I think you should try that as a pick up line and see how it does. Next time, ask someone more your own age who you might possibly have an interest in. Let me know how it works, as you know I have to live vicariously on the wild side.