My wife could be a magician if she chooses a career patch change. As she walks in the house from work each evening, the bra is coming off from under her shirt and flung onto the foyer coat rack before she ever gets the front door closed. I have picked her up from work before, and the bra comes off as she gets inside the front passenger seat, all without ever lifting her moving her shirt. She hates her bra almost as much as her boyfriend and I do.