Can't you feel that?

OK so I got me a Gyro for lunch. It's this place in Lynnwood near the Lynnwood Convention center. Excuse me? When the fuck did Lynnwood need a convention center? Anyways. I placed my order and yes my number was 69. I was so good I didn't even snicker when she told me my number. Again tangent.

So I sit down and the lady who orders next (she was behind me in line) has a wardrobe malfunction going on. OK I've seen people that have a small hole in some piece of clothing and not notice, but this woman had a fourth of her jeans pocket torn out. It's not like she had undergarmet between her and the elements. Just her butt right there in the restaraunt.

I mean she should have been able to feel that... Don't ya think?