Have I been her?

As I was meandering to the 6-train this morning there was a woman in a sheer black dress steps ahead of me. I could CLEARLY see (well past outline) her black, lace thong through her outfit. Tempted as I was to inform her of the lack of coverage and insist that she install serious lighting in the vicinity of her full-length mirror, I said nothing. The attractive, white-headphoned gentleman inches ahead of me smiled and enjoyed the view. She was an attractive woman with well-crafted hind parts. Going to the gym was paying off..I wasn't going to rain on her parade.

It made me wonder--how often have I left home revealing more than I realized...

Adhere as I don't to the subway slogan: "If you see something, say something!" My day goes on.