I have an odd habit that I'll share with you now. When I stop to get gas and I don't have any pockets in my clothes, I'll just stick my credit card in my bra while I'm waiting for my tank to fill up. You guys don't know me, I lose EVERYTHING. If I don't stick that card somewhere safe then I guarantee it'll end up on top of my car, or on the ground, or whatever. When I get back in my car I put my card back in my wallet. Hey, you'd be amazed how much stuff you can fit in a bra! But that's another story, ahem.
Today I was on my way home from work and I noticed that I was low on fuel. I pulled into the gas station and got out to fill my tank. Since I wore a dress today I went ahead and stuck my card in my bra while I waited, but this time when I finished I forgot to put my card back in my wallet. My next stop was The Gap. I walked in, found what I needed, and went up to the counter to pay. There were two male employees working behind the counter. One was super flamboyant and fabulous and the other was, well, hetero. Mr. Hetero was folding shirts across the counter from me while Mr. Super rang me up. When it was time for me to pay I realized that my credit card was still stuck in my bra. I thought for a second and then figured what the hell. I laughed and pulled my card out of my bra and handed it to the gaping Mr. Super. He blinked for a minute, then laughed and said "Well girl, it's as good a place as any, I guess!" I said "Hey, it's the last place they'd look, right?" He smiled and said "Absolutely the last place!" We both looked at Mr. Hetero who had stopped in mid-fold to stare at me. He then looked at Mr. Super and back down at the half-folded shirt and muttered to himself "Maybe the last place you'd look, man." Mr. Super and I dissolved into giggles as Mr. Hetero blushed and made a hasty exit. After I left the store I sat in my car and laughed for a good five minutes.
Boobs, man. They have strange and mystical powers. ;-)