

Shipped in a Ziploc.
It's a bra in a sandwich bag. It's clear. You didn't have a piece of paper to wrap around it, at the very least? I'm no prude, and I'm rarely embarrassed, but this has baffled me for days now. I know it's not the worst thing ever. But I prefer to live in a world where my neighborhood mailman of 6 years hasn't handed me the lacey white bra that I ordered secondhand.