When working one day in a shoe store, helping customers reach boxes from the top shelf or explaining the difference between a running shoe and a loafer, I happened upon this short customer as she browsed the shop. She was rather small in stature but ample bosomed, and wore a somewhat inappropriately low cut shirt. As I tried to help her, and find the shoes she was looking for (or something similar to it) she became rather curt with me.
"...and stop looking down my shirt!" she said.
"I honestly wasn't ma'am, you're two feet shorter than I am and I'd ask you not talk into my navel."