Out with a friend at the mall, you’re both laughing and behaving like teenagers, ok, pre-teenagers. She snaps your bra. You snap hers. She snaps yours again and it breaks. The gel strap is broken and you’re… less than supported… on one side.
You try standing straighter, hoping better posture will be enough to perk things up. It’s not. You could always hustle down to the department store at the other end of the mall and just buy a new bra. Or you could just laugh and brazen it out. Of course, there is always revenge to think of… what devious revenge do you take on your friend, the one who is even now trying to pretend she isn’t laughing about your bra situation. Think of something suitably evil.