I tried to do a nice thing the other day. We were in line at Burger King and when the manager turned around I couldn’t help but notice that her shirt was tucked into her underwear. I am the kind of person who would like to be told when I am in an embarrassing way. Toilet paper stuck to my shoe? Half a salad in my teeth? Shirt tucked into my undies? I forgot to button my shirt up after feeding the baby? (Don’t laugh, it happens). Please, please let me know about it. Make the quiet humiliation end right then and there. Don’t let me run around for another six hours with my shirt unbuttoned and my chest hanging out for all to see, only to have me get home and wonder just how many people saw my rack today. As long as you are discreet and don’t specifically point and yell, “Oh my heck look at that psycho woman with her boobs hanging out! Check out those stretch marks!” I will be grateful.

Apparently this lady wasn’t. I quietly let her know about it and she let me know, very loudly, that she has a HUGE heinie and her shirts just don’t cover it so she has a wife beater on underneath. But, woman, your work shirt is tucked into the top of you grey Hanes Your Way panties. I tried to explain this, but she brushed me off carrying on about how massive her heinie was for all to hear. On the up side I did notice that she managed to yank her shirt out of her undies and cover her, um, huge heinie with it. I feel badly because I think she was embarrassed, but that was not my intention. She’s the one who started hollering about her big butt.

So what do you do? Tell the person or leave it be? Did I do the wrong thing? Should I have quietly snickered about it as I ate my whopper and onion rings? I’m really not sure.