There is this place I know that sells clothes, or rather, sells pieces of clothing.
or maybe i should say, remnants of clothes.
The clothes are no longer serving the purpose of 'covering your body' so to speak.
When the models are displaying the clothes, I take a quick glance and close the page quickly because they make the K-road street walkers look like nuns.
But the biggest crime is seeing happy customers tagging the clothes shop page, wearing their skimpy number, drink in hand, leaving little covered.
In moments like these, I beg and cry out in fear "Why oh why isn't there someone near you telling you to tuck your ass in?"
Lawd have mercy!