We just got back from a 4-day winter break to Seattle. Went shopping at Macy’s and got dragged up to the womens’ floor, where I spent an excruciating hour trying not to look bored out of my skull as the Ms. held up various articles of clothing for me to nod vaguely at, whilst murmuring “ah…ummmhmmmm…”
We went to the nearest cashier, who turned out to be a SYT in a lowcut spandex top. The poor thing apparently couldn’t afford a blouse to cover up what turned out to be fairly spectacular boobs. As she placed items in the bag, she kept bending low, which afforded a breathtaking view that even my wife was ogling.
Then came the hiccups. Folks, it was just mesmerizing. HIC! Jigglejigglejiggle. “Oh ::teehee:: excuse me!” HIC Poetry in motion I tells ya. I encouraged additional shopping, but was overruled almost immediately.