Sometimes you accidentally take pictures (of your left boob) when you’re flustered. Sometimes you’re flustered because a stranger just approached you at Union Square to tell you that your spiffy new high-waisted shorts are almost entirely unzipped in the back, which means crowds of New Yorkers and tourists alike have seen your frumpy CVS-brand-underwear-covered butt for who knows how long.
To which you say: You’re welcome. You’re welcome, all. Because ass is ass, and you have an okay one.