Yesterday, I went into a Walgreen's and, since the umbrellas were hidden in plain sight, I went over to a clerk to ask where they were. She answered with a location, then turned her back to me and bent to pick something up off the floor.
Her low-rider pants revealed at least a quarter-moon. I had to bite my tongue not to blurt out, "Also, where is the eyewash?"
What is seen, cannot be un-seen. Regrettably. Think of me as an Old Phart if you will, but I just don't appreciate seeing the posterior cleavage of total strangers.