A comic interlude

Because of the request in the comments, here's another post.

I may talk about death at a later point - but now is not a good time. I've had far to much to drink to do that incoherently.

Instead, I have a fundamental question.

Both this and last saturday I had to go into town for trousers. The first time to buy them, the second to replace them. Now, both times I went to the same store - BHS - and both times I tried them off first.

Now, that store has rooms to try things on in, and both times I did what I and most other people would do. I used the first room on the left that was empty. (Most people look from left to right...no, really, we do. Try it sometime.)

The first time, I hung up the trousers, took off my jacket, went to hang it up - and noticed there were a few things which had been left in there. Specifically...specifically someone had taken in a number of things that I'll simply term "Skimpy and Revealing".

Oh well....try on trousers, no problem, I went to buy them.

Next week I went to return them and get a different pair, after they failed me in an unfortunate manner. However - this time, before heading into the changing rooms I checked for any signs indicating male or female.

I kept an eye out for such indications, but finding none, I used the first room to the left again. Only to be confronted by more products that on very casual observation appeared to be made...well, not much.

Now, my question?

Was I just unlucky, or is there women's underwear in every not strictly male changing room on the planet?

If so, Why??