RSteve
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My life is beyond crazy. Yesterday, when I got to my daughter's house at 10:45 am, awaiting the school bus and arrival of my grandson from Pre-kindergarten at 11:30, I checked the fridge to see what was there to make my grandson's lunch. Usually I make a sandwich at my house and bring it, but I was in a rush.
When my grandson got home, I told him we'd be going to the grocery, and we'd pick out what he'd have for lunch and we'd decide what to make for supper and buy the ingredients.
Actually, my intent was to stop at McDonalds and let him pick his kid's meal, which we did do.
Afterward, we went to the grocery. Liam and I are in the produce section, when a woman I'd guess to be in her mid 50s, comes along pushing her grocery cart. She's attractive, probably about 5' 10" quite voluptuous, but not hefty. It's 95 F. outside and the woman is wearing tennis shorts and what appears to be the cross between a fancy tennis halter top and a bra.
As she's leaning over picking through the avocados, the catch-hooks on the back of her fancy halter bra must have bent, because it opened up and her ****s dove out of the contraption. My grandson uttered quite loudly (he's not quite 5) "Look grandpa, that lady's ******* fell down!"
I immediately rushed over asking if she needed help. Surprisingly calm, as she tucked her "girls" back into their appropriate containers, she said that in order to put on her tennis bra, she had to fasten the hooks before she pulled it on over her head.
I asked if I could just hook it for her, while she stood there.
Her reply, "Please, would you?" I had to re-bend the hooks, which really didn't take much effort, then hook them into a different row of retainers, per her instructions, which apparently didn't result in as snug a fit.
She thanked me, appeared to adjust how the top fit, and continued to examine avocados.
Later in the afternoon, my grandson was eager to tell his 6.5-year-old sister, when she arrived from kindergarten, how he and grandpa helped a lady with her "*******."
When my grandson got home, I told him we'd be going to the grocery, and we'd pick out what he'd have for lunch and we'd decide what to make for supper and buy the ingredients.
Actually, my intent was to stop at McDonalds and let him pick his kid's meal, which we did do.
Afterward, we went to the grocery. Liam and I are in the produce section, when a woman I'd guess to be in her mid 50s, comes along pushing her grocery cart. She's attractive, probably about 5' 10" quite voluptuous, but not hefty. It's 95 F. outside and the woman is wearing tennis shorts and what appears to be the cross between a fancy tennis halter top and a bra.
As she's leaning over picking through the avocados, the catch-hooks on the back of her fancy halter bra must have bent, because it opened up and her ****s dove out of the contraption. My grandson uttered quite loudly (he's not quite 5) "Look grandpa, that lady's ******* fell down!"
I immediately rushed over asking if she needed help. Surprisingly calm, as she tucked her "girls" back into their appropriate containers, she said that in order to put on her tennis bra, she had to fasten the hooks before she pulled it on over her head.
I asked if I could just hook it for her, while she stood there.
Her reply, "Please, would you?" I had to re-bend the hooks, which really didn't take much effort, then hook them into a different row of retainers, per her instructions, which apparently didn't result in as snug a fit.
She thanked me, appeared to adjust how the top fit, and continued to examine avocados.
Later in the afternoon, my grandson was eager to tell his 6.5-year-old sister, when she arrived from kindergarten, how he and grandpa helped a lady with her "*******."