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.