"Can I help you?" Jordan realized the woman had spoken to him several times" he wasn't sure how many. He looked up from the rack of boxes to find himself confronted by a rather stern-looking older woman. She dis not appear to be happy.
"I'm, um, looking... need to by a, uh, bra," Jordan said quietly. It was the first time he had spoken all day and his voice retained to soft feminine quality it had the previous night at the show.
"If you are looking for a gift, this is not that type of store," said the saleswoman. "This store sells practical ladies undergarments. You can find something in the mall which is much more suitable."
"No, it's not for a gift," Jordan tried to explain. "I don't know about the sizes. How do I know what size I need?"
"If you don't know the size of the woman it's for, then you've not going to get very far. Tell to come in herself and I will be happy to do a fitting."
"No, no, no," Jordan said, realizing that he was not getting the situation across to the woman. "I' just that, I've never work a bra before."