My mother is a flasher. That's right, my 80 year old mother flashes anyone and anywhere. Without going into too much detail, apparently, the new bras that I bought her aren't comfortable. So, she lifts her shirt and adjusts “things” without notice or thought to her surroundings. Sometimes she has things covered and sometimes, not so much. And, my exclaiming, “Mom!” in a loud voice, does not help matters. She then turns around, which increases her audience numbers, and says, “What?” As I try to pull her shirt down she yells, “Stop it! Those are mine and I need to fix them!”
Not so bad, right? Just be glad I left "parts" out and didn't take an actual picture. I'm thoughtful like that.