Class-ay
My damn bra strap popped off today. No big deal — it’s a convertible five-way bra (heh, sounds way kinkier than it is) so it can function as a strapless.
Since both “girls” are high and dry, I forgot that I was missing a strap. So of course it took me getting a visitor in my cube — er, “workstation” — to make me realize, whoops, that’s part of my bra on the desk over there.
I guess it would be even more inappropriate to ask someone to help me get it hooked up in the back again. I know me — it’ll still be here when I return to the office next week. Time to break out the one-armed shirts of the ’80s!