Mum took me shopping at MNG at The Spring to try on this polka-dotted dress that I saw (thumbs up from dad to go back to MNG this Saturday to buy it). There was this skinny Malay lady in her mid-twenties with an extraordinary large chest and she was with her boyfriend.She tried on some tube top. It was several sizes too small for her and she was overflowing from the top of it, if you get what I mean.
If anyone had some common sense, they would know that fitting rooms were invented for you to try on an outfit in there and take it off before you leave the fitting room.
Unfortunately, this lady was rather oblivious to that fact. So she paraded out of the fitting room in her too-tight tube top that barely covered anything and very low-cut skinny jeans to show off her outfit or rather, her "exposure" to her boyfriend.
So her boyfriend started his job of admiring.
"Wow, you look so hot!"
"You're darn gorgeous!"
"Baby, you're the prettiest one ever!"
Excuse me while I go off to throw up in the toilet bowl.
Then, a sales assistant approached them and told the lady to be more respectful and not parade around so scantily clad.
The lady ignores and parades around even more, checking herself out in every mirror and posing as if she is some supermodel from Victoria Secret.
Finally, some MNG supervisor went up to them with a cold face, waved her arms around, pointed her finger at the door and told them to get lost. And so, they did.