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went into the first department store I came to. My heart was in my mouth I was so scared. But I made my mind up I was going through with it. I went straight to he lingerie department and up to the sales girl and said, "I want to get my Mom a birthday present. She said, "That's nice, and what was it you wanted to get har?"
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Before I could answer, she said, "We have some very nice purses over there", and she started to walk over to the purses. I said, "No, I think I----", she interrupted me and said, " Well how about a necklace", and led me over to the jewelry counter. I let her show me the necklaces and bracelets and the rest of the jewelry. I tried again to tell her what I wanted, but she stopped me with, "how about some perfume". By this time I had about lost my nerve. So I said I thought I'd look around a little more. I got out of there fast...I was all shook up.
Then it struck me--no wonder she never asked me if I wanted to get my Mother some undies. Sixteen year old boys don't usually buy underwear for their mothers. So I went to another store and up to the sales girl and said,
"My Mother asked me to buy
her a slip and let the sales
girl pick it out. Would you do this for me?"
"Why sure", she said, "I'd be glad to.". We went over to where all the beautiful slips were and she said, "Now let's see What size does she wear?"
Boy, this hit me like a ton of bricks--I didn't know what size I wore. In fact, I didn't even know how women's sizes ran. I just looked at her with my mouth open and my face must have been cherry red.
"Well", I said, "She's about as tall as I she is shorter". (I had already reached 6 ft. I told the girl my Mother was 6 ft. that she'd was for.)
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"Do you think she might wear a 38" she said. "Yea! a 38, thats it, size 38," I said. Heck, I didn't know if I wore a 38 or not, but all I wanted to do was get the slip and get out of there. Well, I did wear a 38 and the slip was beautiful. It was satin and the color was tea-rose and it