I went to a couple of bridal shops last Saturday to try on bridesmaids dresses for Ginger's wedding. Thinking ahead (oohoo, I'm so slick), I put a strapless bra in my purse so I'd be prepared for strapless dresses.
After trying on all these dresses, I realized I was running late to meet my friends at the movies. So I threw on my clothes without changing back into my regular bra and hit the road.
Once I got to the theater, I didn't want to carry my BRA in my purse with me, HELLO. And I didn't want it sitting on the front seat of my car or something crazy like that. So like any normal person would, I stuck it in my glove compartment.
And promptly forgot about it.
A few days later, my grandparents did me a solid and took my car in to get my brakes checked for me.
But then.
Grandpa went looking in my glove compartment for any paperwork I might have about my brakes.
Fast forward to Grandma telling me that they were having a grand old time coming up with possible scenarios for how it got there. They were thoroughly entertained, and she couldn't stop laughing while on the phone with me.
I love my grandparents.
5 comments:
I do love a good awkward bra story. haha!!
I just keep picturing Grandma laughing so hard with tears coming down her face...
It brings me much joy.
Hahahaha! Love it!
I was going to say, "I love bra stories!" ... until I saw Annie's comment. Beat me to it.
But I do love bra stories.
awkward! and i am with ginger - i can totally see grandma relaying the story!
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