With me, it's the tights that are often the first to go....
Yesterday, I needed plastic baggies, some organizer bins, and some light bulbs, so I stopped by the KMart on the way home (I'm telling you this to dispel any thoughts you may have that I shop for shoes or home furnishings at the beacon of the blue light). As the Kiddo was oogling the Yu-gi-oh cards, a very old lady walked behind us, stopped, and said "oh, my, I've lost my pants!" And she had. They were around her ankles, and there were her Depends, and her supportive knee socks, for all the bargain shoppers to see. Then, I got to answer Kiddo's tricky questions about the bladder control of old people and why it's not OK to talk to strangers but sometimes it's OK to help strangers pull up their pants.