Her Mom Didn't Teach Her Any Better

I just got back from mailing a package at the post office. While I was there, I had to chuckle. Up front were three male postal employees. The employees weren't funny, (although it is a rare appearance to see all of the available stations filled--just like at Wal-Mart--why don't they just build like five checkouts? That's all that are ever open anyway--I digress) but when the female customer at the far end turned around to finish completing her paperwork, my jaw about hit the floor. Her...how do I put this in a tactful way? Let's call them na-na's (because we all know the song, na, na, na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey--good-bye!) and believe me, these should've been put away.
I mean seriously, I'm not jealous by any means. I have never wanted to be large in that area. I weigh enough as it is without adding to the problem. In fact, I enjoy exercising everyday and everyone I know that has been "blessed" has a harder time exercising. But for heaven's sake, put those things away before someone's eye gets poked out!!!
I'm always saying, "Please stop...Don't touch that...We don't do that..." Well, at least I'm telling my kids there are rights and wrongs. This woman apparently likes the feeling of being an object. Why? I don't know. Yes, it's great to feel pretty, but who wants to get stared at because you have silicone floating around in your body? Don't you have more to offer than that? I can guarantee you that not one of those postal workers felt comfortable talking to her. I didn't even feel comfortable being there and I'm a woman! I was so embarassed for her.