Okay, so not literally this. There were more clothes involved. But standing outside a store (which, I swear, was not Walmart, despite what you might think based on this story) was a woman with her two year old son, 5 or 6 year old daughter, and her very pregnant belly.
Holding a bottle of beer. While smoking.
And before I could stop it, through my mind flashed these words:
Yeah. I'm sure she can have lots of kids.
However much I'd like to pretend that my bitter is better, it's clearly not gone.