So I finally broke down today and bought new underwear. I won't go into the intimate details of that purchase, suffice to say, Mister is happy. And nonsuspicious : )
I was in the lingerie section of a department store considering my options. There was a married couple shopping for unmentionables and I thought, "Oh, how sweet. They're shopping for the fun stuff together."
And then it became less sweet.
The woman (who was very large--and that's important for the visual here) lifted her shirt above her waist, and leaned over. Dutifully, her husband pushed the blouse up far enough in back so he could check the size of the bra that was currently strapped to her person. Yep. Right there. Right there in the middle of the bra department. A fitting room was but steps away, but, for this woman, the better choice was to halfway undress her large, white, lumpy frame right there so her husband could offer his support.
Now at this point in my narrative is it necessary for me to clarify that the "department store" I was in happened to be WalMart? Yeah. Didn't think I needed to mention that.
My kingdom for a digital camera . . .