Yesterday I was minding my own business with my girls (you don't know how I love saying that, every chance I get) when this 30-something year old man comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, ma'am, I don't mean to be rude, but I can see your undies through your dress."
First of all, even as a woman, if I could see another woman's underwear through her dress, I wouldn't point it out to her. I'd let her go home and have a come-to-Jesus with the bedroom mirror and figure it out for herself. The fact that this guy WALKED AWAY FROM WHERE HIS FAMILY WAS STANDING to tell me he could see my underwear really freaked me the heck out.
I think I was so shocked that I just looked at him and told him thank you, went into the bathroom, and wrapped a baby blanket around my waist. You COULD see a hint of my underwear line, so I guess he was right. But something tells me I wasn't the first woman he told about their undergarments.
I would imagine it goes something like this in his mind: "Pantyline at 2 o'clock!" "Erm...just a minute, wife, 2 year old and newborn child, I've got a civic duty to complete."
My mother in law thinks he got a little giddy being able to tell me, if you know what I mean. Yes, I consulted with her on this.
Of course, after the fact, I can think of 9 million comebacks. I write better than I talk:
1. "Wow, what a creepy thing to say."
2. "Did you tell your wife you noticed?"
3. "Why do you care so much?"
4. "Again: wow, what a creepy thing to say."
Anyway, I had to blog just to tell you about the creepy guy at Target.