My first job-job was at a fat lady clothing store called Nancy’s Place.

I say, my first “job-job” because before that I had made some TV commercials for Nancy’s Place, but I was paid in clothing, not $$$.  Which was fine with me, because I wanted clothes more than I wanted $$$.

When Nancy’s Place decided to open a tall department and I was hired on to be a sales clerk for it.

But I started out working in the regular part of the store – until the new department (upstairs) was ready to open.

Now, those of you who know me well, know that I am not exactly a people person.

At least I am not a “general public” people person.

I enjoyed being around my co-workers, but the customers were seldom a joy.

My biggest adventure at Nancy’s Place was dealing with a very elderly woman who was brought in by her family.  Someone was getting married, and for the wedding, someone had decided that this poor old lady would have to wear a bra – for the first time in her life!

For crying out loud!

If this woman has been happy going through life with her boobies swinging and bouncing free, let her be.

But no …. grandma, just had to have a bra.

And guess who got to fit grandma with her first ever bra?

Yup.  Let the new girl do it.

This would not have been as memorable as it was except for one other thing about grandma.

It was clear she had also never been introduced to deodorant – and her knowledge of the art of bathing was sketchy at best.

As my brother James always said, “She could have knocked a fly off a shit wagon.”

So I got to fit smelly grandma with her first ever bra in what would have been an adequate sized dressing room, if it wasn’t full of family members there to give support.

Thinking back, I was probably the best choice to take care of this fitting, because I have almost no issues about modesty.

Come to think of it, I don’t think I have any issues with modesty.

It’s just a body and basically, there are few surprises to be found between one body and another.

So grandma, I hope you enjoyed your new over-the-shoulder-boulder (or in her case, flattened flapjacks) holder!