So my mom has her bag back from Delta. I asked her what, if anything, was left in it.
She said she got everything back except for three of her bras.
I’m all, but Mom, your bras aren’t even NICE!
She says they were brand-new, not the “old ratty stabby ones with the wires poking out.”
Still, my mom wears the most basic white cotton Playtex bras in the entire world. They aren’t, like, old-lady bras with the cone boobs or anything, but they’re seriously just absolutely plain unadorned white cotton underwire bras.
And three of them didn’t make it home.
Tangential memory which I might have shared in the past or maybe not: Shortly after Mom had Sammi, Ginny was caught riding up and down the street on her beloved Huffy Thunder Road bike with one of my mom’s ENORMOUS nursing bras attached to the back like a flag.