by Kerry Dougherty
This is not a column about bras. It’s about one more sign of the fall of civilization.
It starts with a bra, though. A simple, white, inexpensive sports bra.
I was in desperate need of a new one and I’m never going to splurge $68 at Lululemon for a swatch of Spandex to contain my modest endowments.
My undies come from less exclusive retail shops.
Which is how I found myself in the athletic wear department of one of these Virginia Beach stores yesterday where I found just what I needed for $16. I paid at the self-checkout and bagged my purchases.
As I went through the exit with several other shoppers, I heard that tell-tale ding, ding, ding, but figured it couldn’t be me because I had no high-ticket items in my bag.
Once home, however, I found a red plastic security tag firmly attached to my new bra. There is no way to remove these things with teeth or tools, so I headed back to the store with my receipt.
As the customer service clerk was removing the tag, I told her that I’d heard the alarm as I went through the door, but no one stopped me.
“We don’t,” she replied.
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