These Are Not Mine!

by Kay Heitsch

One afternoon when I came into work, Martha met me with a distraught look on her face. I asked her what was wrong. Martha put both hands on her chest and said, "These are not mine!" I wasn't sure what the problem was, but later learned that Martha's son had brought in a new padded bra that morning. I told Bill about Martha and how upset she was. Without missing a beat Bill said, "Of course Martha was upset, she only wanted a new bra not a boob job!"