Despite complaining about how expensive and poorly tailored hip jeans are these days, I finally broke down and bought a pair.
And tonight, for the first time ever in my life, I feel like I am the guy with the nicest pair of jeans at my plane’s baggage claim carousel.
That is a new “first!” for me.
It’s an empowering rush. It’s a feeling of momentary fashion omnipotence.
I even sense some of the guys here are already worried about what pants I will have on next time they have to share a baggage carousel with me.
Now I get why they cost so much. And for this moment they were worth every penny.
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