Mineral, WA
“You learn a lot about someone during a road trip.” Kermit the Frog
I always knew that Rich was smart. He’s one of the smartest people I know.
He’s also very talented and can fix almost anything.
Those are good skills to have when you own a motor home. There’s always something to fix or make better.
For example, Rich just swapped the switches for the engine break and the mirror heaters. Turning the engine break off and on required a huge reach. Turning the motor heaters on is near the armrest. Didn’t make sense because drivers use the engine breaks way more often.
I have been amazed at how well he drives and operates all of Homer’s mechanics and electronics. I have also been amazed at how much and how deeply he read the manuals.
So those are some new things I’ve learned about him.
But there’s one more thing I learned that really surprised me…
We were watching TV and a commercial for bras came on. The sizes went from 32 AAA to 48G.
We, of course, discussed how large a 42G is. (Obviously something I find hard to imagine… Not the 42 part but the G part.) That led to a discussion of how to measure bra sizes.
Rich shocked me when he knew that cup size is measured over the boobs and uses a calculation between that and another measurement. I had no idea that he had any clue about the complexity of women’s undergarments!
Kermit is correct. You certainly can learn a lot about someone on a road trip. 🙂
A Cowboy Poem
I ain’t much for shoppin’
Or for goin’ into town
Except for cattle shippin time,
I ain’t to easily found.
But the day came when I had to go –
I left the kids with Ma,
But ‘fore I left she asked me,
“Would you pick me up a bra?”
So without thinkin’ I said, “Sure,”
How tough could that job be?
An’ I bent down and kissed her
An’ said, “I’ll be back by three.”
Well, I done the things I needed,
But I started to regret
Ever offerin’ to buy that thing –
I worked me up a sweat
I walked into that ladies shop
My hat pulled over my eyes,
I didn’t want to take a chance
On bein’ recognized.
I walked up to the sales clerk –
I didn’t hem or haw –
I told that lady right straight out,
“I’m here to buy a bra.”
From behind I heard some snickers,
So I turned around to see
Every woman in that store
Was a’ gawking right at me!
“What kind would you be looking for?’
Well, I just scratched my head.
I’d only seen one kind before,
“Thought bras was bras,” I said.
She gave me a disgusted look,
“Well sir, that’s where you’re wrong.
Follow me,” I heard her say,
Like a dog I tagged along.
She took me down this alley
Where bras was on display
I thought my jaw would hit the floor
When I saw that lingerie.
They had all these different styles
That I’d never seen before
I thought I’d go plumb crazy
‘fore I left that woman’s store.
They had bras you wear for eighteen hours
And bras that cross your heart
There were bras that lift and separate,
And that was just the start.
They had bras that made you feel
Like you ain’t wearin’ one at all
And bras that you can train in
When you start off when you’re small.
Well, I finally made up my mind –
Picked a black and lacy one –
I told that lady, “Bag it up,”
And I figured I was done.
But when she asked me for the size
I didn’t hesitate,
I knew the measurement by heart,
“A six-and-seven eights.”
“Six -and-seven eights you say?
That really isn’t right.”
“Oh yes ma’am! I’m positive –
I measured them last night!”
I thought that she’d go into shock,
Musta took her by surprise
When I told her that my wife’s bust
Was the same as my hat size.
“That’s what I use to measure with,
I figured that was fair,
But if I’m wrong, I’m sorry ma’am.”
That drew another stare.
By now a crowd had gathered
And they all was crackin’ up
When the lady asked to see my hat,
To measure for the cup.
When she finally had it figured,
I gave the gal her pay.
The I turned to leave the store,
Tipped my hat and said “Good day.”
My wife had heard the story
‘fore I ever made it home.
She’d talked to fifteen women
Who called her on the phone.
She was still a laughin’
But by then I didn’t care.
Now she don’t ask and I don’t shop
For women’s underwear.
Good one, Sharon. Thanks for the giggles… 🙂