We went shopping this evening for a pair of old pants. That is to say, I was wearing old pants and I needed new ones. My jeans are distressed to the point of indecency and I wanted to take action before the authorities did. We walked to our local Gap, purveyors of all things made in China, and approached the imposing great wall of Denim in the Men's section. I was shocked to learn that I was actually wearing new pants, since the jeans they are selling are distressed to the point of indecency and perhaps past it. One pair even had a oily hand print on it. Price? $60. I was considering trading my services and working for an hour placing greasy hand-prints on jeans in exchange for a pair. It turns out that my pants, complete with torn pockets, a hole in the crotch and an Indian food stain, have come full circle and are now much sought after. So with my step lightened considerably, we left the store without any pants at all.
Posted by ian at October 10, 2006 04:57 PMhttp://www.thelonelyisland.com/mypants.html
Posted by: Rob Dunn at October 10, 2006 05:50 PMI knew it would happen. You've reached curmudgeon-ness. But weren't you a little cold leaving the story "without any pants at all?"
Posted by: Pop at October 14, 2006 02:13 PM