I thought this kind of shit only happens in the movies or in nightmares...
At brunch with Mum. She heads to the bathroom.
It's warming up outside so I pull off my jumper. My singlet decides it wants out too. Head then procedes to get stuck in my jumper.
So here I am, 21 year old out to lunch in the middle of Chapel Street with my tits out.
I could have overcome this ordeal if it wasn't for the St Johns Ambo guy from the table next to us who came up to me as Mum was paying and whispered "Nice."
She has no idea why I have the facial expression of a constipated walrus and I am not about to tell her.
All I can say is thank God I'm wearing a nice bra.
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