Frederick's had guy's g-strings in the window.
They were looking for the alligator head version.
Pretty tricksie and wicked they were they were.
For the record, I did get away without having to try stuff on.
(Whew!) At my last job in Montreal I often went out with the gals in the office (the other guys were too important or busy or something). VERY eye-opening. We can't really touch them for grossness when they get going. My favourite was when the oldest lady in the group was giving them advice once, and I almost collapsed in laughter. She said, the first time you get a new guy's pants off, no matter how small he is, get a little look of fear on your face, it'll do wonders for his ego.