I’ve written many times about my morning coffee stops at the gas station down the street. It’s pretty much well-established that I run into all sorts of crazy things there. Today, I think, topped it.

I parked in front of a pump — because at this point I’ve abandoned gas station etiquette — and went inside. This teeny-tiny, preppy girl with long shiny and straight brown hair bounced in front of me inside. As I was standing in line behind her, I couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing two bras. The fuzzy pink off-the-shoulder sweater she wore (with short white shorts and flipflops) was cut low enough so that I could see one bra was pink, and the other was gray.

Now, I remember being like nine and wanting bigger boobs (because my boobs at that time were, well, nonexistent). I admit to having put toilet paper and rolled-up socks in my training bra. But that was when I was nine, people! I just found it weird that this beautiful girl with gorgeous hair felt the need to wear two freaking bras. Is this where society has led us?