Picture it. Los Angeles, 24.

Uh-huh.

I mean, at Trader Joe's with my friend, browsing, because, you know, different grocery story. You never know where anything is. Kind of looking around, looking around, looking around. And there's a young woman next to me. And she has her daughter with her daughter. Is old enough to be holding this woman's phone and playing with it. Okay. Looking around and I'm like,

oh, that little girl is wearing flesh-colored leggings. Oh, oh, nope, that little girl is Donald ducking it

while sitting in the cart that her mother is pushing around Trader Joe's not hurried.

I want to be very clear.

Her mother did not appear to be concerned.

This little girl is wearing shoes.

So it's not like she had on pants.

And while her mother was not looking, she decided to air out.

Was she wearing a dress or a skirt?

She was the top.

The top was t-shirt and cute little jean jacket.

So it was, it was not a, it was not an outfit that was meant to be providing full coverage.

This is bare ass on, grocery cart, gross.

With genitals out.

Gross.

I don't want someone's bare ass on my goodness.

Like people put their groceries in there.

I know.

And I, like, I looked at it.

Like, I did like a triple take, which I was like, oh, now I look like a fucking purve.

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