My Trips to Home Depot

I made two trips to Home Depot recently, one to check out kitchen cabinets and countertops and get some estimated prices, and the second to actually order countertops. On both ocassions, I was assisted by Mary, with some support by Angela, who, if not Mary's supervisor, was at least more experienced.
While not exactly brain surgery, Mary and Angela were working at several levels above flipping burgers. There were products available from half a dozen manufacturers, each with multiple styles and finishes. Various installation options were available. I brought in the measurements from my kitchen and they priced out any number of alternatives for my project. I learned that Mary and Angela were very good at what they did. I also learned what color underwear they wore on each of my visits and that Angela had a tattoo that runs all across her lower back.
I doubt that Mary and Angela got dressed on those two days with the expectation of showing off their underwear to a 64 year old geezer. I certainly did not go to Home Depot on those two days with the expectation of gazing at the underwear of a couple of twenty somethings. It is safe then, to say that our encounters did not meet our respective expectations.
I know that working on the floor at Home Depot is not like working in some downtown office building. I know, too, that young women want clothes that are "cute" and "fun," but since when did low riders and short tops become work clothes - other than at Hooters?