“Oh, great! You have boobs!" He exclaimed, as he stuck his pointed index finger into my left breast. I wasn't expecting it and the gesture took me by surprise. I didn't know whether to feel violated at the hands of the manager of an international brand clothing store, or feeling proud of the observation. I paused for a moment to compose myself before saying anything. “So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly, still recovering. Great, honey," Sheila, the manager, chirped, trying to touch my other breast too. I did a Matrix to get away from the incoming bullet! "You'll immediately become a crowd-pleaser!" That didn't help my confusion." Ummmm, so, okay, how?" "Honey, you'll be in charge of the lingerie section here," Sheila explained. “Now you don't want someone with no boobs suggesting to overweight middle-aged women that they should buy. That's just stupid! You , on the other hand, you are perfect for both boobless and dumb!” I squirmed at the overuse of the word 'boob' in its various forms. Nonetheless, as long as I didn't have to deal with men or have sales goals or anything, I was fine with it ,” Sheila said, interrupting my train of thought. .“Oh, nothing! I was probably thinking a little out loud!” I replied, shyly. “So, what do you think?” “Sign me up!” I replied emphatically. “Wonderful!” Sheila exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air somewhat exaggeratedly and sliding a sheet of paper across the table. “Why don't you sign this contract here while I get you the shirt you'd wear on duty.” “Great,” I said beaming. It had been two weeks…half of the paper…g,” he said. By now I had hit a wall. Shit, this is it! The boys were an arm's length away from me when I cringed, closed my eyes, and crossed my arms over my chest. “Stand back,” I tried to say, but I don't think the words made it out of my throat. I don't remember how much time had passed as I waited for the inevitable flutter, but it never came. "It's okay, Ma Sono!" came a booming voice. I opened my eyes to see the friendly but strong face of one of the security officers. "Huh?" I was confused. “We dealt with the drunks, madam,” the officer replied. "You're safe." “Why…thank you…” I whispered and threw my arms around him and held him close. Oh God! “Uh…ok, ma’am,” the unfortunate officer said, embarrassed. "Everything is fine!" He tried to wriggle free, but I resisted. I waited until the moment passed and until I was convinced I wouldn't pass out before letting go..