Look in the mirror, Ladies!

I was telling Hilary today about a lady we saw when we were waiting for the shuttle to take us back to Sun Studio from the Rock and Soul Museum.

She was sitting on the brick wall, fanning due to the intense heat in Memphis, which was hovering around 95*.  I had been walking around, looking at the gift shop again, checking out the streets, taking pictures of the Gibson Guitar building across the street, watching for the shuttle since the time was approaching the half hour, which is the time they did the drop off and pick up.

I didn't pay too much attention to her until I sat down next to Gary on the brick wall.

Lady:  OH MY!  Is it ever HOT!

and she got up and started to move around, into the Rock and Soul Museum which was air-conditioned, then back out again.

It was during her loud exaggerated movements that I noticed her apparel, a white gauzy dress which looked like a swimsuit cover, white sandals, and then----through the gauzy fabric I could see her white high cut panties and her white bra.

Really? 

I tried not to stare as she returned to her seat on the brick wall next to me.  Once more I heard
Lady:  OH MY!  Is it every HOT!

She stood and moved to the sidewalk area and sat on one of the concrete balls that lined the sreet.  Since the museum is attached to the FedEx Forum where the Memphis Grizzles play, there are various types of balls lining the street in front of the complex:  basketball, soccer ball, golf ball, volleyball, baseball, even a bobber for a fishing pole. 

As she perched on one of the balls, she spread her knees apart, pushed her gauzy dress down between them and started to fan herself with the fabric. A person across the street would have had quite the view of her white high-cut briefs.

In the meantime her husband (or significant other) was roaming around, totally oblivious to her except to check with her for an answer to an occasional question.  When the bus arrived, she was first in line to climb awkwardly aboard and planted herself in the front seat, just behind the driver.  The man with her was one of the last to board and did sit with her.

My question to Gary was  - "Why would someone wear something like that out in public?  Did she know that her panties and bra were showing very visibly though the white gauzy fabric?  Why didn't her husband say something to her?"

Gary's response was that she probably didn't care.  Hilary said the same thing.

I would hope that if I am wearing something inappropriate or that visibly shows my undergarments or  just doesn't look right, that someone would tell me before I go out in public and embarrass myself.

So I continue to shake my head.  I guess it could have been worse.   The undergarments could have been colored, or flowered, or striped........