I’d got into the habit of going topless – everywhere. At Friday morning meetings my colleagues just ignored my bare breasts and didn’t pass comment. However, when I applied for a job as a waitress at a luxury tropical hotel my section supervisor had words with me. This was not a topless establishment. His other concern was that I learn to pronounce his African name properly.
My stint as a waitress didn’t last long due to the tsunami. Fortunately TPR and I were prepared for it because we were time travellers. Just before the massive wave hit we raced to the top floor of the hotel to shelter.