The fitting room attendant, Gaby, is really sweet and seems to know what she's talking about. Except, she fit me with a 36 when I've been wearing a 38 for the past seven years (after being fitted by three different people who all fit me to a 38.) I didn't even want to be fit, she kind of banged on my door until I showed her what I was trying on, which fit comfortably. She then took the bras I picked out and brought them all in the 36.
I suffer from sever asthma, so tight clothes, especially on my rib cage, trigger asthma attacks. After genuinely trying on all 9 bras she brought me, I gave them back to her and told her I couldn't wear them because they were too tight. Her response was, "I can't fix that. You have to get used to it." By that time I had lost my fitting room and wasn't going to wait in line again to try on the bras I originally picked out.
Off to another VS it is.