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Yeah...well....
I'd be good at it since I can hold my own...
Wait....no!

 

Dear Stfx12.....lovely coffee pot.
For a fin , I'd have walked off with it too !

 

Should have an interior filter. Missing?

Debora

 

My coffee would never make it into one of those. I'm the pot and a straw type. Unless it's missing a metal insert, to make it work like an early Melitta pot? Pretty pot though.

On another note, how does a Navy guy end up drinking tea? The last time I looked, the modern Navy was fueled on coffee. The nuclear reserves could run out and the oil wells dry up, but the Navy wouldn't grind to halt until the coffee ran out.

 

The filters are ceramic, to match the pot. Here's an example from google.fr.

Debora

 

At 6 years old I had Rheumatic Fever and my Grandma put me on tea. Have never stopped and have never needed either to simply wake up.

 

Note: I must write a very stern letter to my high school career counselor. Never told me there was such a job as bra fitter.

Oh, King - you don't have a clue!

Way, WAY back, when I was fresh out of college, I moved to DC for grad school. To pay the rent & all, I took a job in a very well-established, well-regarded department store in Chevy Chase, MD. (The area was FILLED with single, "older ladies", most of whom had moved to town years before, to work during WWII...)

My very first assignment (for 5 months, before I was "promoted" to personnel) was in LINGERIE. "Oh, cool!" thought I... "Pretty little things and..."

Whoa...

NO! It turned out that I had been assigned to FOUNDATIONS!!!

And what are FOUNDATIONS??? Well, in 1976, FOUNDATIONS meant BRAS, GIRDLES & CORSETS! Oh, lord, help me...

Mrs. Clifford was the section manager and main "fitter"... An older lady, and rather, uh.. robust..., she wore a tape measure around her neck & took great pride in being able to "fit" any female who approached her counter.

As Mrs C's main assistant, I was expected to learn the trade from her.

My fondest memories from those days include two, in particular:

1) Having to measure old ladies for girdles, listening to them brag that they'd been "a size 28" for 30 years, sliding a quick tape measure in there, then agreeing that they still were, indeed, still "a size 28" and ripping out the size 34 or 36 tags...

and,

2) Having my brand new, never-before-available, front-hook, "t-shirt bra" (displayed on the counter & described as the coolest, most innovative thing ever) pop open, all of its own accord, just as I was extolling the virtues of the brand new style to a customer... As I recall, she didn't notice a thing and ended up buying a couple of them.

King, being a "bra fitter" is no picnic, believe me! (Oh, the stories I could tell!)

 

As a high school teenager I was lucky enough to land a Friday evening and Saturday job (and full-time over the summer and during the Christmas holidays) at a very nice department store (locally owned back then before it became a "Jordan Marsh"). I was a fill-in (floater) for any department which needed a salesclerk.

At one point I ended up in the lingerie department. I'll never forget the older woman who had taken a girdle (that tells you how long ago it was) into a dressing room to try it on and then called for me with a question. She asked if I could bring another size to her because the girdle was "too tight in the straddle."

I had enough sense not to ask her what she intended to "straddle" while wearing a girdle.

I have remembered her and that girdle for so many decades it is scary!!!

 

You two are a stitch!

 

Oh my goodness, I forgot about the sweet old(er) lady who tried on a one-piece sunsuit in the sportswear department and declared it "too tight in the crouch"!!!! I think she was using that word because it suited her status as a "lady."

 

But see.....
I could now as well.....

 

Ha!!!!
Pony on up there M'am.