Fishing

I have this problem. It happens when I eat. Every time I eat. Without fail, any time food is inserted into my mouth (even with the most vigilant care), crumbs will inevitably fall down there. Meaning that perhaps my shirts are too loose at the bust.

Accustomed to snacking alone with a book (which is usually the greatest crumb-generating form of sustenance) I frequently dive in after the crumbs, fishing around inside my shirt (and occasionally inside my bra), to rid myself of them before they cause undue irritation or slide down my stomach (in which case I stand up, hold my shirt out, and jump repeatedly) where, if not rescued, they will proceed into the waist of my jeans and vanish forever leaving me haunted by the superstition that they must still be in my clothing or on my person somewhere. It is this practice of fishing that I must learn to curb. Occasionally I have noticed myself doing this at the dinner table (though my family never seems to notice) and I am haunted by the fear that I will one day preform this act of rescue in the presence of the public.

But honestly, can you stand to have crumbs in your bra?