Boots wasn't looking at the lettuce. Boots was transfixed on a full-fledged butt crack whose owner was looking at the lettuce. Now, I know Boots has seen butt cracks before, but to be standing in the presence of two fine ladies while viewing such a phenomenon.  That may have been a new experience for Boots. I know I've seen butt cracks before too, and I've always wondered about the bearer of the bare butt. Do these people have a clue about the reactions that take place all around them whenever and wherever they bend over?  Could these folks be the least bit embarrassed (no pun intended) if  they knew what fits of hysteria they cause during the time they're leaning over to pick up a head of iceberg to see if it's the one they'll choose to drop in the cart/Marianne Love, Slight Detour. More here. 

Question: When and where did you last get an eyeful of an unsightly butt crack in a public setting?