Whenever I'm out of town on business, I will go to a women's wear shop and confront one of the salesladies on the floor; one who looks as stupid as a bucket of rocks. I'll tell her I'm looking for something in a brassiere. I'll then ask her if I can see something in hers; her brassiere that is. Most of the time, they just look bewildered. I will repeat the question and finally she'll get it. She'll smile and I will then say, "Honestly miss, I would really like to see what you have inside the brassiere you're wearing right now." More than half the time, she'll open her blouse and show me her breasts. I really enjoy doing this.
— Mark, 26