Non-Drifts

Non-drifts are mid-drift tops gone awry, that found themselves on wrongful owners. Today we witnessed two such occassions - one was outside a department store and the other was IN Kroger. This epidemic isn't singularly limited to women. Oh no. Our Kroger culprit was a male. That's correct a male.

Let's start with the department store non-drift. It's warm in Richmond, yes. And I can imagine that if you are smoker it's especially warm. Tonight, Lovely was sitting outside, enjoying a smoke in her mid-drift baring black tank top. Yum. Her belly button fat roll was especially delightful. Hopefully, she wasn't dressed FOR work and was instead dressed for LEAVING work.

Next was our Kroger experience. In the meat aisle was Sexy. He was large, in a Yankees hat and shirt (oh curses!) and jorts (foul #1) with the waistband of his underwear folded over the top of his jorts waistband. You are probably asking yourself: "How does she know that?" Welp, cause his shirt didn't meet his pants that's how. And he had stretch marks on his belly. "How does she know THAT?" Cause his shirt also didn't cover his belly. Yum and YUM.

You really have to wonder if people own a mirror. Not everyone has to be a stick figure to look good, or hell even appropriate. All we really need are some pants that fit and shirt that covers the appropriate areas. Especially in public.

Non-drifts and jorts. Double whammy.

Happy Labor Day!