Honesty is the best policy

At the grocery store today, an eighty year old woman came up to me and put her hand on my arm.

"Hi," I said, a bit startled looking up from my shopping list.

"Will you be mad if I tell ya somethin'?" she said.

"Oh, um, no," I replied curiously.

She quickly stepped close to my face, and lowered her voice.

"Well, I can see the top of your crack from here," she said motioning to my rear.

"Oh, um, thank you very much," I responded, as I tugged up my drawsting capris and turned away as the blood rushed to my cheeks.