Ok, I know I am going to sound like an old dried up prude here, but I have to get this out of my system. I was in the grocery store on Friday doing my Shabbat shopping, and there was this young lad, 20 maybe, creating an organized pile of sacks of potatoes. As I passed he bent down to pick up a sack. His pants were hanging halfway down his thighs, exposing his grey Calvin Klein’s for all to see. I guess I should be thankful that he was wearing underwear? But what was the point of wearing pants, when they covered nothing? He was even wearing a belt on his pants, but obviously a severely defective one. He isn’t the first young dude I have seen with this affliction, but each time I have to fight the terrible temptation of just yanking oh so very gently on the pants so that they puddle to the floor. After all they are only kept up by the sheer force of willpower. There is new legislation in a city in America, I forget which, which fines you $20 if you show 3 inches of skin or underwear where your pants should be. I wonder if they use this money to fix the sidewalk cracks 😉
So people, I ask you to join me, next time you see the underwear moon, yank it just a little, just for me…please?
In the Pink 