Overheard in the Powder Room

Saturday night, my friends and I got together to throw back a few at the local pub. The crowd was a bit more dressed up than usual, which was strange. This is, after all, a dive bar. The 3 most overdressed girls just happened to be primping in the teeny bathroom when I went to pee.

GPG: *walks in to a line of women at the single-person sink* Um, are you guys in line?

Club Girl #1: Oh, no. You're next.

New girl walks in, stands directly in front of me in the already cramped room.

New Girl: Ugh, it's so hot out there. I have to take this undershirt off! *smacks my boob as she tries to remove her shirt*

GPG: Sorry my boobs are in the way.

NG: Yeah, they're out there!

GPG: A good bra is worth the money.

And then I got to pee. While I was doing so, the new girl relayed my conversation to the other two, less endowed club girls. So when I came back out:

GPG: It's all about having a really good bra.

Club Girl #2: Hell yeah!

CG #1: *looks down at her own teeny breasts* Well, it's nice when you have something to fill them with.

GPG: Yeah. My life doesn't suck that way.

And then I went back to my friends and my beer, with my lovely tits ensconced in their lovely red carriage hidden under a simple, casual, black sweater.

The bra, however, did cost me $50. And it's worth every single penny.