My grown children, have never gotten used to this practice of mine and it still embarrasses them.
I did the "de-bra" thing on this kayaking trip to Dividing Creek, relatively early in the paddling process. Because it was Winter, I was wearing many layers and the bra was too much. Rather than flinging it into the kayak, I kept it under my clothing.
As mentioned in the post, Winter Kayaking on Dividing Creek, our friends Cathy and Bob happened to be sitting on the dock at Winter Quarters when we paddled in at the conclusion of our kayaking trip.
When we paddled into Winter Quarters and saw Cathy and Bob, I had forgotten all about the process of taking off my bra, which by now was unsecured under my shirt. Bob and Cathy came over to the ramp to help us pull our kayaks up. Dan pulled his in right behind mine and Bob walked down the ramp, extending his hand to help me out of the kayak.
As I stepped away from the kayak, Bob said, "Uh... Mindie ... uh ... I think you lost something there ... in the water." I looked over to see my flesh-toned C-cups atop the murky Pocomoke ebbing away from me and the kayaks.
Dan rescued the bra.
Bob said, "What have you two been doing out there?"