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My chest as a conversation topic
So. Sometimes my mouth just talks without me. Like so:
Officer: *looks oddly at my chest*
Me: *thinking 'what is he looking at?' and looking down, where I realize I have my 'Let me drop everything and work on your problem' t-shirt*: Oh, yeah! My shirt! I'd forgotten that I was wearing this one, and you were looking at my chest so oddly!
Officer: *now embarrassed* That's what I hate about girls who have things on their shirts and across their butts--I'm reading what's on their clothes, and I feel like a pervert.
Me: *waves his concern away* Oh, it doesn't matter to me. I tend to forget I have breasts until I catch them in the register.
Officer: *blinks*
Co-worker: *giggles*
Officer: Well, you have a good night. *runs away*
Me: Did I say something odd?
Co-worker: *laughing* I think I need to sit down.
Officer: *looks oddly at my chest*
Me: *thinking 'what is he looking at?' and looking down, where I realize I have my 'Let me drop everything and work on your problem' t-shirt*: Oh, yeah! My shirt! I'd forgotten that I was wearing this one, and you were looking at my chest so oddly!
Officer: *now embarrassed* That's what I hate about girls who have things on their shirts and across their butts--I'm reading what's on their clothes, and I feel like a pervert.
Me: *waves his concern away* Oh, it doesn't matter to me. I tend to forget I have breasts until I catch them in the register.
Officer: *blinks*
Co-worker: *giggles*
Officer: Well, you have a good night. *runs away*
Me: Did I say something odd?
Co-worker: *laughing* I think I need to sit down.