The biggest problem with getting
older, other than hating change because you've already endured so much of it,
is finding yourself asking, "When did
that become normal?"
Take pants. The other day I was
standing outside waiting for someone and I couldn't help but notice a couple of
folks across the street. They were standing and talking and basically just
carrying on their normal existence.
That existence was punctuated by
two repetitive gestures. One was the obligatory looking down and checking their
smartphones. Said gesture was accompanied by various sub-gestures that included
thumbing and swiping.
The other repetitive gesture was
pulling up their pants. Seriously, in the course of my watching , which was on
and off for about 4 minutes, each of the individuals must have adjusted his
and/or her pants about 15 times. Hitching, hiking, tugging, it was like a
baseball pitcher winding into his pre-windup.
But here's the odd thing. They were
adjusting for different reasons. The male of the twosome was adjusting because
his pants were so baggy they kept falling down. And this while he was standing
still. God forbid that he would actually need to run and hold up his pants
and
hold on to his cellphone at the same time.
The female, however, was adjusting
her pants because they were too tight. She had a figure that made
"down" the direction of least resistance, and pants that were so yoga
pants tight that the second law of elasto-dynamics automatically peeled her
like a molting snake.
So here's my dumb, age-engendered,
things sure aren't the way the used to be, when did that become normal,
question. Too loose or too tight, they don't keep you covered.
When did they start designing pants
to not do what pants are designed to do?
America, ya gotta love it.
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