and a whole lot of humiliation. I finally purchased the last part of my uniform. A jock strap. Yup, you read right, I need one of those things for something I don't have. I uncomfortably spent about 15 minutes in an athletic store staring at all the different types of jocks. When I picked out what I thought was right I went to the register and the sales associate (which I was acquaintances with) said no returns. I nodded understandably but was hesitant to buy because I didn't know if it was the right one. Bashfully, I told her it was for me and showed her the description of what I needed
She laughed and said "you really have to wear one of those?"
"Yeah" I replied.
Like myself she didn't know too much about jock straps either so she asked another female worker who also didn't know much. The only guy who new what I needed was on lunch break so she took the jock strap description to the guy and he told her I had the wrong one andhe explained what I needed. When she came back from the break room she walked me back to the jock wall and grabbed what I needed.
2 comments:
Man lizzy that sucks and that thing looks freakin huge. I do not even want to know what that thing feels like under cloths but I guess this is going to be the closest you will get to knowing what it would be like to be a guy...lol.
ali
If you played hockey you could use that thing for a golie mask!
One more.... Put a couple chin straps on it and use it as a hard hat!!!
Uncle Ken
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