So I go out to the Market wearing my tightest, lowest riding, copper buttons and flower pattern on the back pockets jeans. I'm in the produce Dept. getting some salad fixins, and I overhear one of the clerks say to a female counterpart, "Check the jeans on this guy". Not letting on that I heard him, I take off my jacket and reveal my breasts showing deep cleavage. The GG clerk then says to the guy, "I wish my figure looked as good as his." Of course it made my day and I wiggled my way happily down the aisle. Willow