My mind certainly does meander; especially when the dog and I go out for a walk. Meandering through a chain of thoughts and observations, my mind settles with one particular idea on which to cogitate.
This morning's walk went something like this - beautiful morning, love this time of year, I should post that on FaceBook, found Sharon on FaceBook, didn't find Tawny, I'm sure her married name is/was Piatti, it was fun visiting the Grandbears on Sunday, we sure did laugh over stories of Tawny's mom's boobs, I'll never forget what the lady at Macy's said...
Tawny and I went to San Rafael High School together. We first met when her family moved into "The 400's", at the time the swankiest apartment building in the Canal area. The Greiggs were from southern California, Hollywood to be exact. Tawny wasn't her real name. Hollywood girls gave themselves nicknames back in the late 60's. At the time, I considered giving myself a nickname, but abandoned the idea because I didn't want to have to keep reminding everyone, "My name is Breezy now".
Donna and Mick, Tawny's parents, owned their own business. They had a cabin cruiser docked at the 400's. Donna drove an Alfa Romero sports car. We had a boring 1968 Mustang. Mick looked sort of like Peter Lorey. Donna was tall, beautiful, had Marilyn Monroe hair, and was very well endowed. My dad really appreciated that the Greigg's balcony faced our balcony. Dad also appreciated that Donna did her stretches on the balcony in the morning.
Tawny and I were tall and skinny. We both had waist-length, straight, blonde hair that came in handy to disguise the fact that both of us were maybe stretching out an "A" cup, but no where near filling a "B" cup.
Donna used to tell us, "I was small-chested just like you girls when I was your age. When I started having babies, they'd get bigger every time and never go back. Now, I'm a 40 double D."
I think Tawny and I were horrified by the prospect of that happening to us. We lived in the era of Carol Doda, she had the biggest boobs in the world and everyone wondered how she remained standing. Then there was Dolly Parton. Donna didn't seem far behind. No girl wanted "them" to be that big!
One Saturday morning, Tawny and I were going to walk downtown to go to Macy's. Tawny wanted a new pair of bell bottoms.
"As long as you girls are going to Macy's, would you buy me a new bra?" Donna asked as she gave Tawny money for the new pants. "I just want a white Playtex, size 40 DD."
I stood dumbfounded. Surely Tawny would say, "Ewww, Mom! How embarrassing." This was right up there with buying Kotex at the Thrifty drug store. I managed to get through that by letting the cashier know, "I'm buying this for my mom".
Tawny had apparently bra shopped for her mom because she said, "Okay, I know which one you want." I didn't know if I should be relieved or mortified.
After trying on all the cute bell bottoms in Macy's Juniors department, Tawny settled on the pair she liked best and made her purchase - next stop, Ladies Lingerie.
Tawny walked directly to the bank of drawers containing the boxed Playtex bras. She scanned the labels on the front of the drawers, found "size 40", flipped through the boxes until she found "40DD" in the upper right hand corner, plucked the box from its place and closed the drawer. This took all of 2 minutes. I was impressed and followed Tawny to the cashier.
Presenting the small box to the cashier, Tawny retrieved her wallet from inside her macramé bag. The cashier was a stout, well-dressed, pleasant woman with a cloth measuring tape draped over her shoulders. She looked at the box, she looked at Tawny, she looked at me, and she looked at the box again. Then she asked Tawny, "Are you sure you don't want to try this on before you buy it, dear?"
"No thank you, I'm buying this for my mom", Tawny said politely as I stood next to her rapidly nodding my head up and down. The cashier put the box in a bag, handed it to Tawny and away we went.
I remember thinking, "Well, that was easy, but I don't think the cashier believed us."
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