Awkward requests.

Bras have an uncanny ability of twisting out of shape such that they become uncomfortable devices of torture at the most inopportune moments. [i.e. when there is no discreet place to go to, to fix the bloody thing] This results in weird and awkward requests to fellow female coworkers if they would be so kind as to circumspectly untwist the torture device. I always feel slightly odd requesting this of people I don’t really know. Good friends no problem, but asking acquaintances that I sort of know always leaves me feeling mildly embarrassed as I am never sure how they will take the request. So, what do you do when your brassier becomes the torture device from hell?