 Okay, so we decided to finally break down and go to Sprawl-Mart to get some groceries. The trip was relatively normal until we got to the check out line...
We happened to be at the register that had the perfect view of Customer Service. I was just chattin' it up with the cashier (I always try to be very nice to them...retail can suck). Lo and behold Bry-onicle points across to Customer Service and yells, "Look Mama!! She's got a tramp stamp and I can see it!!"
This woman had the "tramp stamp". You know, the tattoo right there at the low back...she had on this skin tight shirt with rips in the top of it, black hair, and low rider jeans...so we not only saw the tramp stamp, but her crack too.
She turned around and just looked at us (glared, rather)...to which I sort of off handedly (and rather loudly) said, "Son, some women want attention even when they say they don't...and they go about trying to get it by showing too much skin. It's the ideal feminist trap. They want to dress in a way they consider sexy but Lord forbid anyone look. You'll learn all about double standards as you grow up. And there's your shining example."Labels: family misadventures |
That is too funny but true. Darn those double standards.