Instead of a tag, what if your fly was down?
Reminds me of a joke:
This guy goes to see his doctor. He’d been beat up pretty badly, with a black eye, a possible broken nose, and multiple lacerations on his head. The doc looks at him and asks, “What I the heck happened to you??”
Guy says, “Believe it or not, it happened in church.”
Doc: “In CHURCH?”
Guy: “Yeah, in church. The minister asks us to stand and open our hymn books to hymn 348. As I reach down for a book, I see that the woman in the pew in front of me has her dress stuck between her butt cheeks, so I reach forward and pull it out of there. She turns around and beats the snot out of me with her umbrella.”
Doc: “Oh. Well, perhaps you just learned a lesson,” and he proceeded to patch the guy up and send him on his way.
A few weeks later, the same guy comes into the doctor’s office, beaten even more badly than the last time. Both eyes blackened, bleeding from his nose and mouth, and one ear partially torn off.
Doc: “Oh my word, what happened this time?”
Guy: “Believe it or not, in church again.”
Doc: “No, I don’t believe it.”
Guy: “Yep. Sitting there in church, trying to mind my own business. The minister asks us to stand and open our hymn books to hymn 348. As I reach down for a book, I see the same woman in front of me, and her dress is stuck between her butt cheeks again.”
Doc: “Oh, no, you didn’t…”
Guy: “Of course not, I’m not stupid. But the woman standing next to her must have noticed the same thing, so SHE reached over and pulled her skirt out from between her butt cheeks. I know she doesn’t like it like that, so I reach forward and stuff it back in there…”
I really dislike being touched by strangers and would react pretty quickly to a person who would try tucking a tag back under my shirt.
I am rather tall and imposing. The last guy to touch me unannounced waved a knife at me. All I had in my wallet was a Confederate dollar and a Spiro Agnew dollar. He didn’t even slice me. Nobody has bothered me since.
Yes, that and having a blouse button undone. The absolute worst horror was coming out of the bathroom with part of your skirt tucked into your pantyhose and having your underpants exposed. The kind thing to do was to help fix it quickly before anyone else saw.
I always thought the tag in your shirt was supposed to be out. The stuff you learn late in life.
Women actually do stuff like this all the time, to other women. You have to have some common ground with them but it can be very distant – attending the same concert and you are both in the restroom during intermission, for example. Or, at a neighborhood potluck, someone you have never met. The cashier you exchange very minor chit chat with. That level even. Not a stranger in a large public place, but only one or two levels down from that.
Doesn’t happen between men or between the sexes, that I have noticed. Those relationships are more fraught.
Also, there have been a few women I have worked with that seemingly wanted the tag on a piece of their clothing to be showing, apparently to flaunt the designer, their perfect size, etc. I, and most others, just ignored it because it was assumed to be intentional and if so they would likely have interpreted it as condescension over their tackiness which would’ve just lead to tension in the workplace.
I would do it to a sister or daughter, but not ever a friend - it’s easy enough just to point it out to her.