Embarrassed, feeling the heat; working up courage. I told
the clerk I wanted a negligee for my girlfriend.
She asked if I knew the size. I didn’t have a clue.
She said that the important thing was the bra size.
“How big is she?“ The clerk asked. “Not hardly,“ I replied.
“Cantaloupe?“ She asked. I laughed. “Oh heavens no.“
“Grapefruit?“ Was the next question. “No way,“ I fired back.
“Oranges,“ she queried. I just shook my head.
“Lemons, “she offered with a smirk.
“Smaller,“ I replied
“Eggs? “ she asked looking perplexed.
“Yes, eggs; fried.“
