Hoping for the best

So it may be the fact that I'm a dirty old man, or the warped conditions that society has created. No matter who, age, ethnicity, who they are walking with. Whenever I see a Victoria Secrets bag being carried through the mall, my mind automatically takes over. I understand and realize that they sell normal underwear and bras. In fact they sell your average PJ's, flannel too. But for some reason whenever I see that bag, I think is contains the dirtiest nastiest thing you could possibly buy. Lets say Mom, little Joey and his friend Doug are out shopping. Mom wants a bottle of the new perfume for her work associate who is retiring next month. My mind uses its X-ray vision and sees a crotchless teddy with cutouts for her nipples. Or a couple teenage girls who stopped in to buy a nice bra for prom. Yea that bag has a couple of fishnet stockings and a garter belt. Which wouldn't be that bad.