Irony

So, yesterday I had to go to the mall (I know, I HAD to go.  Like it's a chore).  While I was there I decided that I should probably pick up a new bra.  *Now, you need to know that I HATE buying bras.  It's like going to the dentist for me.  I always just go into Victoria's Secret, head straight to the same rack (no pun intended), and pick the same one I always get.  Sometimes, I get crazy and buy one in brown instead of the usual nude or black.  I'm unpredictable like that!*  My other ones are starting to feel like overused rubber bands (which is pretty much what they are) and weren't doing their "job."  So it's time.  I walk into VS which is always decorated with such inspiring pictures all over of size -0 models in bras and panties.  They are everywhere!  They look all sexy and done up with their hair and makeup, in their matching sexy p.j.'s, just looking like we all do when we get out of bed, right? No one really looks like that!  I hate it!  So, anyways, I walk in, grab the one I want, tell the little girl helping me that "no, I don't want to try it on,"  and then head to the cash register.  After dropping $50 on this bad boy (I can't believe that bras cost this much!), the girl drops a little box into my bag with the bra.   I looked at it on the way out and could not stop myself from laughing out loud (to which the girls working there looked at me like I was crazy).  They were giving away boxes of chocolates!  As if you didn't feel self conscious enough in the store that sells you thongs and lingerie, here is a box of chocolates to help with that fat ass of yours!  I laughed so hard, that I probably burned enough calories to burn off the chocolate that I, of course, ate on the way home.