Let Me Give You a Tit, I Mean Tip.

So...today I served a bunch of attraction cast members at work. They were all about 19-20 years old and were relatively polite, or so I thought. They left me a written note that said, and I quote, " TIP! You must readjust your boobs, every hour, on the hour or they will go south for the winter! :( <3 People at the Table."

Swear to God, that's what it said.

As we all know, I have problems with my boobs at work (and in life) because I can't see anything below them since they are so...ample. I have had buttons undone and not known it, knocked glasses over because of them. So my first thought was, 'Oh God, what is wrong with my tits?' I looked down and checked my bits out, yes, in the middle of the dining room. What? It was a potential emergency! Everything seemed good, then I got annoyed. I showed it to a few co workers who thought: A. it was super rude and B. that would happen to me.

I'm used to creepy Dads checking out my business but I'm not used to weird college students writing notes to my rack. Things are getting a little too weird, even for me.