Yesterday when we were at that horrible place, the mall, I did indeed get drug into the men's department to buy jeans. Back in the olden days when I was a youngun, and most stuff was made in the USA, I could pick out a pair of jeans by the size, and just buy them knowing they were that size. Now the foreign factories have very low quality control and a test fitting is mandatory. Nothing more fun than trying on multiple pairs of jeans, well right up there with setting my hair on fire.
Anyway the first pair fit just like they were supposed to. The next two pair had to be mislabeled. They were just way off. One fit around the waist, but were two inches short. And another pair was two inches to small in the waist. I picked out two pair of normal fat boy Levi 550, and got out of there.
As we were looking for the Levis, I happened across some real poser jeans. They actually sell brand new jeans that look like someone took a weed wacker to the front of the legs. Huge rips and frayed holes going sideways across the legs. And the dumbest part, they had actual paint drips and stain marks like someone very sloppy had actually done some physical work, and painted something. Freaking insane. I have LOTS of old worn out jeans, that got that way from real wear and tear. The pockets are worn out, the knees blown out and open, and genuine greas and grass stains from working on a car or mowing the lawn. And the dumbest part, the beat up poser jeans were 60 bucks!
