At lunch today, my order was taken by an attractive young lady with deep cleavage (that's a euphemism for large breasts).
She had to repeat her questions about my meal several times before I answered properly.
I'm not sure if she was speaking very softly, or if I don't hear well.
OTOH, it's highly likely that I was concentrating on her chest -- not her words.
I'm not dead yet.
(photo by shira gal from Kfar Saba, Israel, via Wikipedia)
Do you remember anything about the food?
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