I was at a bar recently, participating in the consumption of adult breverages with my friend, Simon. This bar is an establishment where the only employees are cute little Korean chickees. It's called a Hostess bar because there are little rooms where groups of people (i.e. dirty old Korean men) can go into a curtained-off room and enjoy the company of a beautiful mini-skirt wearing Korean woman who will listen intently to whatever they say, giggle at the correct times and cover their mouths ever-so-daintily.
Simon and I opted to fore-go the curtained room and sat at the bar. I was wearing a strapless shirt (which was my first mistake) when one of the barmaids came over to where Simon and I were sitting and asked me if I was "bigger than B-cup."
I sat there for a split-second slightly stunned at the question.
Simon busted up in loud, raucous laughter at the question.
Wide-eyed, I stammered a "yes" and then she asked me what size my boobs were.
Jigga-wha?!
I told her what size I was and she said, with a very serious look on her face, "Oh, very nice."
I uttered a thank you and joined Simon in the raucous laughter. I looked up at the other patrons of the bar (who were all dirty, old Korean men). They all were looking at me googly-eyed with dopey smiles on their faces. I immediately grabbed my sweater and covered up the goods.
Eeew.
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