'Twas after my run, and I decided to stop at one of those 7-11-sized auto parts stores (I had my transmission rebuilt last week. $2019.87 with a 2-year warranty, but somehow one of the vacuum line nipples got busted and now the cruise control doesn't work... ) Anyway, I was looking for the battery tray and went in.
I was still dressed in my exercise stuff -- a grey spandex tank with shelf bra, and tank shorts with a StephieGaff©®™ on underneath. I was waiting in line behind the customer who was being helped, and idly eyeing the impulse buys on the shelf (UV fluorescent transmission additive, anyone?) when I heard the counter guy say "Can I help you ma'am?" and heard a female voice in the aisle behind answer, "No, just looking..." I looked up and the counter guy was looking at me--
I explained what I was looking for (battery tray for a yadda yadda yadda...) and he looked it up on the computer, but it was the wrong part, so he went to ring out the customer who was ahead of me. Another sales droid approached the counter and said, "Have you been helped, ma'am?"
...I gotta show off my dinky A-cups more often

Karen