I took Mia to story time this week and there was a woman there with another two-year old. The toddler was of the rambunctious type and the woman was of the much older than me and rather chubby variety. And she was wearing a thong.
How do I know that, you are wondering? Because I saw the top poking out of her low-rise pants? Oh how I wish. I can sympathize with that as something that sooner or later happens to most of us. Sadly though, no. Said woman was wearing a very short skirt of the type I was beginning to feel was a bit too wee when I was 25 or so and we were all sitting on the floor, as one does at story time, and she kept running to the front of the room to bend down and retrieve her assigned toddler.
I'm still traumatized.