Overheard By Paul
I told this woman she was wearing the wrong size bra. I knew this, as I used to be a bra fitter at Harrods for many years and I would be able to tell her exact bra size if I was allowed to check around her breasts, to feel where it didn’t fit right. To show good faith I put two quid on the bar and told her that if I didn’t get her size exactly right she could keep it. After a bit more reassurance she agreed to let me try, so I got to work on her ample bosom. After a few minutes she asked:
“Well, what size am I then???” to which I replied, “Keep yer fuckin’ two pound!”
Overheard by a load of fellas, trying desperately not to piss themselves laughing while all this was going on. Can’t believe I got away with it.




