Hammer, you are a mess!  I don't even know how to begin with the Bra Lady store this morning.  First she told me I could leave my tee shirt on for the measurement.  Then she asked me if I would mind taking off the shirt. When I turned to her after taking the shirt off her response was, " oh my word,  I didn't know you had breast".  What the hell did she think I was doing there?  So she measures me again, figures out what size I am and writes it down on a piece of paper and hands it too me.  Now she and I are the only two in the fitting room and she whispers too me that I am a 48dd.    Oh man!  Starting to feel like a freak show here.  She goes out and I can hear her telling the woman out in the store about me and she returns with bras that look like something a hooker would wear.  Thats it, I'm outta here.  There is more to the story but I think you get the picture. I didn't give here any grief when I left but I am certain she knew I was pissed.  You know what?  Life is good.  Hell with her.