Next week I'll try taco sauce instead

As some of my friends will tell you, I have a tendency to keep things in my bra.
More than the usual two things, I mean.
If you read Jantics awhile back, you know how I woke up with a ketchup packet poking my boob.
It happened again, sort of.
I had another ketchup packet in my bra.
Actually I had more than one. (The exact amount is classified)

One afternoon, while in the middle of the grocery store, I felt one slip over to a VERY uncomfortable spot and poke me in a rather undesirable place with those jagged ketchup-packet edges.

I wanted SO BAD to just reach right in there and scratch where it itched, and move stuff around, but in such a public place I felt somewhat stifled. Instead, I awkwardly shoved the side of my arm against the offending area, hoping to herd the packets closer to the center valley of bra-land.

This happened repeatedly.

No doubt I appeared to be having some sort of seizure.
I could have just found an empty aisle, pulled discreetly over to the side, and THEN reached in and rooted around. But then someone could have walked by and seen me. Surely they'd have thought I was trying to steal something.
I would have been mortified, being left with no choice but to flash the stranger by lifting up my shirt and emphatically showing them that there was nothing in my bra but two boobs, a cell phone, and some ketchup.

Then they would probably nod quietly and back away slowly.

Before long, there would be cautionary posters in the store's entryway, warning customers to stay away from the weird bra lady who talks to iced tea in the parking lot.
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I made the following picture, which seems to correspond nicely with this post...
You may have seen it on Facebook's "Owned" application. I uploaded it there because I wanted to see if anyone would bid on it. :)

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