People should wear pants.

Yesterday, I went by the mall on my way home from work, since it was actually early enough that the mall was still open. I was wandering around in Buckle, when I saw a girl walk by who didn't appear to be wearing pants. I was trying to figure out how to glance without glancing, how to look without looking, thinking that maybe she was just wearing some flesh-toned leggings or something. She walked by again, and the pantslessness was confirmed. Apparently, she was trying on jeans and needed a different size, so she just walked out and got them. Without pants.

And it took her a very long time to browse around to find more to try on. I felt like I had walked into a Ray Stevens song. Of course, she was very pretty and in great shape, and if I looked like that, maybe I'd shop in a T-shirt and panties too. Except that I wouldn't, because in public, people should wear pants or something similar.

I couldn't compliment her pants because she wasn't wearing any. I couldn't ask her where she bought her pants because SHE WASN'T WEARING ANY. She wasn't wearing these, these, or these. Not these, these, or these. Not even this!

No pants, people. Walking around Buckle, without pants. It'll take me awhile to stop being appalled. Boogity, boogity.