From the Dept of Questionable Behavior...

...comes this Fountain Square visitor, whose visage I am mercifully showing from the back. Let's just say her front-- which was prominently showcased-- would readily elicit pop culture references about a certain desert-dwelling ungulate's phalanges.

That's not all. She had a friend. Her friend wore a white shirt with the words "WORKING CLASS HO" in bold black letters. And the two of them had a young girl with them, about 9 or 10 years old.

I have no idea what these two were thinking when they decided an afternoon of children's events on Fountain Square would be a good time for crotch flaunting and trashy fashion with child in tow, but nothing really surprises me anymore.