So, I was just in line to pay for some birthday cards and a copy of the New York Times, and the cashier was busy with something. So the woman at the front of the line, just an ordinary Jane, removed a copy of Maxim from the rack and looked at the cover (featuring tennis pro not-entirely-known-for-her-tennis Anna Kournikova). I couldn't see her face, but her body language was clearly saying What is this shit ?
I like the cashier there. She's got hair like Aretha Franklin in 1966, and is really cheerful.