I had to see my ex’s parents today, for the first time since we broke up about two years ago. They’re lovely people, but I wasn’t too sure how they were going to take my presence after everything that’s happened. It was inevitably going to be slightly awkward.
We pulled up, and as I was hopping out of the car, I felt my bra come undone. It does this sometimes, if I rub my back against something too hard. I couldn’t reach behind and do it back up because, HOLY-CRAP-PEOPLE-WERE-RIGHT-THERE-AND-IF-I-WAS-FIDDLING-WITH-MY-BRA-THEN-OH-DEAR-GOD-WHAT-WOULD-THEY-THINK.
We socialized and made small-talk with my bra being undone, and literally just hanging off my shoulders under my top. They didn’t appear to dislike me, but I can’t help but wonder if they noticed the bra-failure. I’m pretty sure I would notice someone else’s bra-failure.
Time to invest in some new bras, methinks. Ones that come with an extra locking mechanism for those critical situations where your bra really needs to stay on. Somebody should market this, damn it.
