Just like Halloween, except it's not October

Two girls in their early twenties got on the bus tonight. Normally, this wouldn't be something worth blogging about, but the accouterments of these particular young ladies were astonishing.

They didn't look bad in the traditional sense of the word; in fact, they almost pulled the look off. Almost.

Imagine Darth Vader meets ABBA. Times two. They had the ABBA hair and a weird dark and evil thing going on. And they were wearing very short shorts. Except they weren't short shorts. A bit of google research reveals that the proper name for the item of clothing they were wearing (though barely) is "low rise booty shorts." And just for the record, they were low rise VINYL booty shorts. (Now you're all picturing Darth Vader wearing Daisy dukes, aren't you?)

And the strange thing was that one of them had a bottle of dish soap sticking out of her purse. The only thing I can imagine is that they were going to a bring-your-own-bubbles party with an ABBA theme.

I was beginning to wonder if I was the only one on the bus to be somewhat taken aback by their get-ups when an older woman told the Darth Vader twins that she hoped they had some pants somewhere.

"Oh yes," one of them replied, matter-of-factly. "We have them right here in our bag."

The question that I wanted to pose to her at that moment was: "Doesn't having them in your bag prevent the pants from fulfilling their intended purpose?"

Steve is going to be sorry he missed this one.