Before Christmas a few years ago, I arrived at the office to find a list that would be used to help our boss with her holiday shopping. It asked all employees to write down a couple personal details. Just little things, you know, like your favorite color and if you prefer milk or dark chocolate.
Oh, and your bra size. On display. For everyone in the office to read
The question flustered me because I've always been a tank top sort of gal - I have no idea what bra size I would wear if I wore one. Yes, I'm weird. And, come to think of it, maybe this is why my boss decided a bra would be a good gift idea. I answered the question with my best guess (nothing like a little peer pressure, right?) and returned to my job, answering phones and posting insurance checks. The list was thankfully removed from the wall at some point. Later that afternoon, I received a call from a man who wanted to resolve his balance.
As I wrote down his credit card information, I could hear giggling from my coworkers behind me. The next thing I knew, my boss was standing over me, holding a long string of dental floss. My posted bra size? She wasn't believing it.
Before I could wriggle away, my boss had the floss wrapped around my chest. She'd decided the most logical thing to do was measure me herself using the floss. In front of everyone. While I was talking to a patient.
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Unsurprisingly, I discovered when I went to process the credit card payment that I'd made a mistake while taking down the information.