I recently saw this sign outside the Wal-mart dressing rooms. I’ll have to be more conscientious about following the rules next time. I wonder what the attendant woud say if I stripped out of my undies before entering the fitting area. Do they keep them in a basket, or should I hang mine on the doorknob with my garment number?
On a busy day, finding your panties might be similar to that game we played as kids where they put everyone’s shoes in a pile, and you had to be the first one to find yours and put them back on. If someone accidentally takes mine, do I get new ones?
I never expected to see such a rule in a family establishment, but I guess that’s what this world is coming to. Sam Walton is probably rolling over in his grave. Or perhaps, he’s simply enjoying the view.