i saw you, girl in the white dress

and i saw what you did.

it was hot and sunny and you were insane to think no one could see straight through that dress, straight to your white g-string and tan bra. the clomp-clomp of your heels didn't help you go stealth, either.

i was pretending to looking at pants that were way too tight for anyone when i saw you holding up that zip-up hoody.

i was making my way down to the shirts lightly splattered with bleach when i saw you to take the panties off the rack and drape the hoody over your hand.

i was in the dressing area with my pants down when you almost open the curtain on me before realizing someone was in there.

i heard you clomp-clomping around in there really frantically and open your curtain way too fast to have really given that hoody a chance.

by the time i had realized that no matter what pair of pants i try on in this place, they will be so tight that i look like a Rolling Stones album cover, you are on a bee-line to the front door, hips swinging a brand-new pair of green panties with yellow trim. you didn't even take time to get the wedgie out.

so, girl in the white dress, know that someone--a rather creepy guy that takes notice of your underwear--knows what you did this summer and wags his finger in terrible disapproval.