I was working at a coffee bar at the time, strange as it may seem.
It was near a lot of trendy shops, and one afternoon a woman and her teenage daughter approached the counter to order drinks. The mother was dressed in Typical Suburban Mum style, but the daughter. . .oh, the daughter.

She wasn't wearing a blouse so much as she was wearing a super-stylish, strategically-placed scrap of fabric that was about an inch or so above Barely Legal territory -- and then she moved, and a nipple popped out. Now, this would no doubt have been fascinating to many of you (or not, if you'd seen Lil' Miss Minichav), but not for yours truly. I've had a lot of odd things happen at work, but have never before been in the situation of trying to think of a polite way to let a young woman know she's one more impatient shrug away from turning my place of employment into a topless coffee bar, and I hope it doesn't happen again.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 28 May 2009, 21:56, Reply)