I was in the grocery store, well Schnucks if you have to know. I was headed towards the cash registers when I spied a late middle-aged women in front of me who I thought was also headed towards the checkout. She was very heavy set and wearing yoga pants or whatever those tight, clinging pants are. Just as an aside, I think there should be some social construct that would necessitate that people wearing such articles of clothing should have themselves videoed walking away from the videographer. If they are good with how they look, so be it.
What caught my attention was that she had a rather long piece of toilet paper hanging out of the back of her pants. All this was accented as she was hunched way over the bar of her shopping cart.
I had resolved – well I was really still debating – to say something discreetly to her if she was in front of me in the checkout line. As she went towards the other side of the store so it became a moot point.
I got in line, and in front of me was a SYT (sweet young thing). After a minute of standing there I asked her, “What would you have done?”
Of course, she looked at me quizzically so I explained to her my conundrum. We had a brief discussion about the situation, but could not come to any conclusion between us.
I am still a bit clueless as to which action would have be more generous, say something to her discreetly, or let her go her merry way with her toilet paper tail.
It did, however, give me the opportunity for some silly, harmless flirting with a SYT. Thankfully, SYT did not take it as a serious come on, which is one of the advantages of being so damn old. We just had a short, entertaining conversation.
Another aside, when the SYTs start holding doors for you, you know you are really freaking old. Sigh…
Got a laugh out of me for that last line.
Given the opportunity, I might or might not tell someone something that might embarrass them. I probably would tell them because I would want someone to tell me.