Many many years ago, ilduce put himself though college working in a bookstore.  The bookstore was a block or so from the Boston common During the summer months we had a patron who liked nothing better than to sunbath on the Boston common and then come shopping for books after.  This would not have been a problem if he had brought clothes with him, other than the speedo he insisted on wearing, that is.

Speedos are small, speedos are confining, speedos have no pockets, nor did the flip flops he wore wiht his jaunty little speedo ensemble.  Are yous tarting to get the picture?

It was amazing the speed with which every cashier i the store would announce they were taking hteir break upon realizing Mr. Speedo had entered the premises.  And woe to that cashier not paying attention upon Mr. Speodos arrival because they would find themselves at the lone last open regiister ringing up Mr. Speedos books and taking his very warm very damp cash in hand