Okay, so today DH and I went to Wal-Mart to take care of a "to-buy" list that's been building up for a couple of weeks. And apparently the weirdos got day passes today, because oh my god!
We're looking at t-shirts for DH. I turn around, and there is this rather large middle-aged man, whipping his shirt off right there in the middle of the Men's Clothing department. It looked like he was about to try on a shirt, right there and then! I didn't stay to watch. We got around the corner, and I turned to my husband and said "What...the...hell!"
DH replied, "Note to self: wash EVERYTHING before wearing it!"
So then we go to the lingerie department for me to score some socks. Across the aisle from us are the women's dressing rooms. While I'm lost in sock-land, I hear DH saying, "What is WITH this store today?? I feel like I missed a memo - everyone walk around naked at Wal-Mart today!"
I look up to see a middle-aged woman modelling her underwear in front of the dressing rooms! Granted, she had a body to be proud of at any age, so it wasn't like I was scarred for life or something. But there she was, parading around in front of a mirror, in panties and a bra, asking her shopping partner what they thought of this pair compared to that other pair.
And then, the topper...when she came out to "model," she got locked out of her dressing room and had to ask the poor desk lady to let her back in!
Oh...my...GOD! What a day.



