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The customer insists she is a 34B. You look at her. She is clearly a 30DD. You bring her a 30DD. She scoffs. "I’m not a porn star," she says. "I'm a mother."

The female customer approaches the counter, phone in hand. On the screen is a blurry screenshot of a latex cat-suit or a crotchless teddy. She giggles nervously and says, "It’s an anniversary gift. He’s about 6'2", 250 pounds. I don't know his size." The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare

The nightmare here is inventory management. When they finally leave (buying only three sale-priced pairs of socks), the fitting room looks like a confetti bomb hit a laundry mat. Hooks are snapped. Lace is snagged. Lipstick stains adorn the cups of the most expensive silk chemise. The customer insists she is a 34B