About a week ago I was doing some errands and stopped at TJ Max. They had just received a bunch of Wacoal bras. I already had one of the styles in white so I thought about buying the same style in black. I looked at it and set it back while I looked at another style. Decided to stick with the black bra in the style I knew that I liked. I thought I had picked up the same bra I looked at. They all had the little tab device that showed my size. I also found a pair of matching panties to buy.
At checkout I handed the bra and panty to the SA. I was in my typical mode of women's jeans, shoes and top and under dressed including bra. I'm sure she noticed my projection. She commented about how pretty they were and I said Wacoal was a great brand and one of my favorites. The SA has friendly and treated me as she would have if a woman was buying them.
Well, when I got home I went to put them away and thought the bra seemed small as I took it off the hanger. I looked and found out that I had picked up the wrong one. It was a smaller size and the hanger tag was wrong.
Today I went back to TJ Max to return the bra. Except I was dressed in all male mode. I went to the service desk and told the gal that I had picked up the wrong size and wanted to exchange it for a different size. Gave her the bra and went back to find one that fit me. The whole lot was picked over and there was nothing I was interested in. So I went back up and another SA waited on me. I told her I had a bra that I needed to get a store credit for. She said OH YES and quickly picked up the bra. However she didn't know how to give me a store credit. I had used two rebate cards to buy it so it couldn't be credited back to my credit card.
SO, she gets on her system and says "I have a man who wants to return a bra, and I don't know how to do a store credit." She said it loud enough that half the store could have heard it. Not sure if it went out over the loud speakers or not. All of a sudden she realizes what she has just said. I start laughing and she turns red and starts apologizing. It didn't bother me in the least. I only wish I had on a sexy blouse and bra to add to the event. Didn't seem to bother the women behind me either except for the fact that it was delaying everyone checking out. The other SAs show up and are trying to show her how to do it. Finally a guy shows up hits three buttons and it's done and my receipt is printing out and I have my gift card.
If you don't like the way I'm livin', you just leave this long haired country girl alone:
