Bra-vo

Fri(yay). The last day of the work week. The day we can wear jeans and the day tequila does not make my clothes fall off. 

I was confused by a message in Doctor Doctor Give Me the News, I have a Bad Case of Misunderstanding You. Today, I was confused why my under garment did not stay in place…

It was a typical afternoon of encouraging residents to attend the scheduled musical entertainment by promoting the concept of free food. One particular resident informed me that he would rather begin a jigsaw puzzle than attend and I quote, “entertainment, schmentertainment.” So before I exited the room, he asked me to fetch a puzzle from his closet.

Naturally, the puzzle that caught his eye was sitting on the very top shelf (and most would not put me in the tall category).

Now I am not a short person, but I am nowhere near a tall person either (thanks to my father’s genes). I knew I was faced with a challenge as a cranked my head back to view the puzzle box. 

As I jumped up, my fingertips grazed the edge of the box – highlighting that I was clearly not the centre in basketball. At that moment I also felt my strapless bra budge. When I jumped a second time, my bra began to slide. Before I could react, I felt it at my feet…

My initial thought was maybe he won’t notice…the man is old, not blind!

From behind me I heard a faint giggle that erupted into laughter. Through his tears he said, “I need to introduce you to my son!”

Now keep in mind that this resident is approximately 90 years old. Therefore, I’m assuming his son is roughly between the ages of 65-70, so I am hoping he meant his grandson!

While also giggling, I sincerely apologized for the mishap. Then I nonchalantly hid my bra under my arm before sprinting to the washroom (holding my chest of course). 

From this day forward, I always wear a bra with straps to work.