Had to venture out to get bread and laundry detergent. Headed to the checkout when from a ninety degree approach two young men stepped directly in front of me. Not a problem, or it wouldn't have been except that the one nearest me who was handling the transaction with the clerk, tall, skinny-- but I didn't notice him first. His buddy to his right had on a pair of "shorts" of the kind that come to the knee, spandex print fabric, bare shanks (180F outside) and lumberjack boots. Idiot.
Then I turned my attention to the tall, skinny young man in front of me. Unfortunately my eyes wandered to his waistline where I saw only grey undershorts, for his jeans were belted around his, I know no other way to put it, butt. The shorts covered it, but three or four inches of butt crack were evident under the taut flimsy material.
First impulse, and fortunately I am not an impulsive person, was to put my index fingers in the belt loops and drop his pants to the floor, maybe giving him a little nudge in the shoulder to complete his contact with the floor. But that, of course, would be A & B, so I refrained. Next I thought to say, "How old are you, anyway?" because these guys were not teenagers. They were clearly twenty-something and much too old to look like idiots, unless of course they were idiots. Well there you go, then.
I didn't do that either. Bad vanilla. How judgmental. Good man; how sensible. And yes, they are free to wander around in public in that condition, but that doesn't mean they should.