I had to do something to fight my Holiday Blues. There are enough reasons for the gender gifted and those less blessed to say "Bah! Humbug!" and I have enough extra baggage... but once in a while one just has to shake something loose.
Monday's work jaunt was only unusual in that I had a 2-1/2 hour early morning drive to meet our client – so I decided to augment my travel silhouette by wearing my more "demure" foam breast forms in a sport bra – they could be easily shed when I got to my destination and restored for my return... Although incredibly watered down by needing to be my "male" self while at work, this was the first day in a over year (literally) I had actually ventured out my front door with any "shape."
The comfort and pleasure of knowing the girls could be out for at least a little while became a panic when I saw
Construction and
One Lane Road Ahead signs. No way to bail, even for a moment – a trooper had a car pulled over on the shoulder and the last of string ahead of me was a quarter mile away. I stopped as the flagger (a husky, no nonsense linebacker type) glanced over – and did a quick double take. Obviously I am a guy, equally obvious was the seat belt in my cleavage. He looked again in disbelief. A third time. This was to be fun.
His curiosity finally got the better of him. I rolled down the window and as he started saying it would be about 15 minutes, you can save the gas if you want, his eyes were drawn to the spot as if I were a starlet. I knew he wanted to say something, ask something, do something but all he could do was manage to mumble, "Are you wearin' a bra or something?"
"Yes." Up window. Engine Off. Up music. Conversation over.
It had to have been elves...
Susan
