A recent double mastectomy sufferer was in a department store examining brassieres

"You're very brave," said the store clerk, offering her a triple-a.

She took the bra and held it up to size, but it didn't fit. "Oh, you just go day-by-day," the woman replied with a sigh. "What about over there?" She asked, pointing at the junior section.

The two strolled over. The clerk took a bra and handed it to her. There was a voice from the fitting room.

"I must. I must. I must increase my bust!"

The clerk was mortified.

"I must. I must. I must increase my bust!"

"I'll go in there," whispered the clerk.

"No, it's fine." The woman replied, stepping into the fitting room.

"I must. I must. I must increase my AAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!!!" The girl rushed out and hightailed through the store's exit.

"Is everything OK?" The clerk asked, eyes wide as saucers.

"Oh yes," replied the woman. "That was the most fun I've had in weeks!"