butt crack at the market
I'm going to tell you another story.
I went to the supermarket recently wearing a crop top and really low-rise jeans. I was wandering down the aisles looking for the cereal I wanted, so I squatted down, and about five inches of my butt was exposed; an employee came up behind me, gave me a weird look, and then walked away.
I did my shopping and then went to the checkout; I tried to use my card, but it fell, so I squatted down again—and my whole butt crack was showing. Everyone was shocked. I pulled my pants back up and left.
I went to the supermarket recently wearing a crop top and really low-rise jeans. I was wandering down the aisles looking for the cereal I wanted, so I squatted down, and about five inches of my butt was exposed; an employee came up behind me, gave me a weird look, and then walked away.
I did my shopping and then went to the checkout; I tried to use my card, but it fell, so I squatted down again—and my whole butt crack was showing. Everyone was shocked. I pulled my pants back up and left.



