The Bra Salesman Chapter 01
by bobrobertson©
Goddamn, I hate this. Another ridiculous argument with my girlfriend last night
and here I am in the lingerie section of a department store trying to find some
cutesy undergarment to make amends. Don't even ask me what the argument was
about, because it's been one long continuous problem about the same crap for
the past two months. I keep telling myself that this phase will pass, but it
doesn't seem to be getting any better. But I do really like her, so I'll go
ahead and stand here in an aisle of frilly bras and see if I can find something
that will turn our relationship around.
"Excuse me, do you work here?" I hear the squeaky voice behind me ask. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. I mean, Jesus Christ, just because I'm wearing a button-up shirt doesn't make me some fucking sales clerk.
I sigh in exasperation and start turning around, "Lady, do I LOOK like a..." but I can't think of anything else to say once I catch sight of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. She has blonde hair wrapped up in a short pony tail, deep green eyes peering out from behind a pair of thick glasses, thick lips, long legs, and dressed in jeans shorts and a blouse.