This short story is based on a true story that happened to my aunt...I recently read a poem that a den friend wrote about a red bra, it reminded of this story, but better yet another den friend commented on how they carried one in thier briefcase...well read on you'll get a laugh out of this one. Richard this one's for you!

Written By: Joyce Bowling
Copyright October 04, 2006

The Salesman

Here in the southeastern part of Kentucky it isn’t uncommon in the summer months to see traveling salesman who are trying to make a sale, some extra money, and even earn a living for others. Well, the story goes like this. My Aunt Jean was sitting on the deck of her house where she was drying laundry on a foldable drying rack. As she sat sipping an afternoon cup of coffee and doubling already dried laundry one of the many predictable salesman stopped by to try to persuade Aunt Jean to purchase one of his vacuum cleaners. The young man who was neatly dressed in a suit, in the hot part of July was sweating bullets as he gave Jean his sales pitch. She smiled, continued to sip her coffee and fold laundry while he explained the many possibilities that his sweeper could offer her that would make her life easier. Finally, the young man wiped his brow and smiled a dashing smile and asked, "well what do you think?"

Aunt Jean was a comical kind of character, she always had this wonderful dry sense of humor that some people did not find attractive, but I always and still find it refreshing.

"Now let me see, tell me young man are you married?" she asked.

"Well, yes I am!" he proudly proclaimed.

My Aunt Jean smiled an even bigger smile as she took a long draw off her menthol cigarette, and sip of the black coffee.

"Why do ask?"

"Well, young man I think your wife is going to be a bit upset with you when you go home tonight."

"I don’t understand why…I mean what makes you say that?" the confused young salesman stated.

"Let’s say it this way…uh, you have something in your briefcase that belongs to me." My Aunt Jean said trying hard not to laugh.

"Well, I’m sure I do not!" he quickly added.

"Okay, it’ll be your marriage…by the way how long did you say that you’ve been married?"

With an odd expression on his face the young salesman slowly opened his shiny new briefcase in effort to resolve the confusion.

"Oh my GOD!"

"Told you…" my Aunt Jean replied with a smile.

The young man blushed as he held a bright red 44-D bra between the tips of his fingers. You see in effort to make a sale, he had accidentally closed his case catching the strap of Aunt Jeans’ bra from the drying rack. Do you think his wife would’ve believed this story…? I wouldn’t have!