Mission: Still Impossible
I left on my mission feeling cheerful and determined. After my last adventure, I thought I knew what size I was looking for and finding a strapless bra in that size to complete my latest bridesmaid outfit would easily be completed in the one hour left before the mall closed--and my feeling got even better when I saw the buy 2, get 2 free signs hanging in the shop window.
Driving away from the mall with only one bra in the bag sitting next me, feeling the sensitive skin around my ribs and on the tops of my shoulders ache from trying on so many bras, I had again found none I wanted to take home with me.
This trip caused me to once more lose faith in the American undergarment service industry. While the women serving me have been attentive and diligent, excepting my trip inside the pink store, tonight found me trying on two sizes that I didn't try on my last visit--bringing the total sizes I've tried in the past month to nearly 10. How is it that something based on concrete values can vary so widely? Isn't there a way to avoid this unhappy shopping outcome?