I once took the whole day off of work to wait at home to sign for a package. Didn't have kids yet, so of course I got bored waiting and got dolled up. So pink fog took over and I lost track of time. Here I was with panties, skirt, heels, big old pushup bra, and a tight t shirt, when I hear a knock at the door.
I tore off everything as fast as I could and jumped into a pair of shorts. By the time I got to the door the delivery man was crossing the street back to his truck. I yelled and got him to come back, signed for my package, and apologized that I had been "asleep". In my rush I didn't have time to put on a shirt, but I was reasonably fit and I thought it wouldn't be a big deal. After I got my package and went inside only then did I realize I had super clearly defined lines on my chest in the shape of my pushup bra. I was mortified. I'm just glad I never saw that delivery guy again.
