The Wal-mart Phenomena

Soooo, I'm in Wally world today to get a random list of things, minding my own business and considering my options in the super glue section (don't ask, yes, it WAS my fault) when this nice lady and her family walk by. And I can't help but notice that her pants were practically around her knees. No underwear. I'm trying my best not to stare, but man, oh, man, this is not easy with the internal diaologue I was having. "Surely, she KNOWS that she is mooning all of Wal-mart. Surely, her husband will tell her. Her son? For the love! Should I say something? "Excuse me, I know it's not really my business, but I thought you should know that you are commiting a serious fashion faux pas....what I mean to say is that you are having a wardrobe malfuction....ahem, you are showing everyone your...ahem, bisquits!


But, (hehehe) nothing. Nobody says a word! I was half horrified for her and half for me! Then, as if it can't get any worse, she BENDS OVER to pick up something she has dropped! JUST LEAVE IT, HONEY!!! Go directly home and put on some panties, please! I was seriously praying that crowds would not begin to gather for the show. How does one become so unaware of their body parts? I mean, I get it that sometimes we don't know that we have broccoli in our teeth or that our hair is looking crazy. But (lol) your butt? People, please!

I really wish that I could say this was a made-up little tale, but it's real. It happened. And now I'm blogging about it. Her mother should be proud!