"Momma!" I turn to see Janie stopped at a rack of rather "dainty" women's underwear. "These are NOT modest," she says.
"I know. Can you believe that?!"
Next, she is captivated by a bright white mannequin noting and then poking her holey tights. "Momma, are these dead people?" She steps just beyond my peripheral and gasps, "Oh my word!" Why, that one has shorts as small as underwear.
And can you believe it's a normal sort of trendy store that I'd hardly think twice about if I'd gone shopping alone?