Have you ever had something that niggles at you, annoyed you until you thought you’d scream? Could be a person, place or thing, actually.Sounds and smells do it, too.

Today, mine is a bra  clasp – specifically the three hooks that rest against the middle of my spine to keep the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder together and contain the floppage of frontal flesh. I’m thankful it’s not a case of ‘back-boob’ (that wedge of extra flesh squeezed between your armpit and a too-tight bra), but still, it’s a nuisance that’s making me grumpy.

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The bra is an under $20 cheapie from Winners, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain. And it’s only been worn a few times. But of all the models I’ve bought in the last few years, this one has a couple of sharp spots that poke me every time I shift my body or raise my arms. I’ve taken it off, checked the seams, slipped whatever thread-whiskers I could find, but noooo, there’s still something there that is driving me mad.

At least when a person annoys you, you can step away or avoid them. Harder with such an intimate garment that’s supposed to hug your body and ‘lift and separate’. Yeah, I know. First World problem.

What was even stranger, was that when I went to Pixabay.com to search for a free photo of ‘bra’, in addition to the slutty renditions of women in underwear, I also got a clothes pin. Maybe that’s ‘bra’ in another language.

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Just goes to show you how low my inspiration meter has sunk at the end of the week. But this is Thanksgiving weekend! Diet-schmiet! Time for turkey, stuffing, buckets of gravy, rice and peas, roast vegetables and desserts with ice cream.

And a change of brassiere, stat. What a lovely, old-fashioned word. Brassiere. This one is going into the bag for the Salvation Army store. Inexpensive is not worth discomfort.

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Perhaps if I stare long enough at this young lady, I’ll get an idea for a new short story. One with lots of panting and button-popping and husky voices. Perhaps with chocolate and a fragrant bubble bath.

On the other hand, looking at those shoes, all I can think of is ‘ouch’.