I
am sitting down on the train into work when it stops at Woking. There is the
usual kerfuffle as people stand in the aisle of the carriage, waiting for the
doors to open to disembark.
I
happen to glance to my right and standing beside me is a young man with
low-slung jeans. You know the score, the use of a belt or buying trousers the
correct size would quickly resolve the jeans-dropping-down problem. But this
chap has eschewed such pragmatic advice and, instead, has his jeans hanging
somewhere near his upper thigh rather than his waist.
I
then notice he has also freestyled on the underwear department and is sporting
a pair of budgie-smugglers. So the sight that greets me is waistband of
Speedo-style underpants, an acre of flesh around the hip and thigh, then
waistband of jeans.
I
despair with some young people. Buy a belt! You’ll never be able to run away if
you get attacked. Which may be quite imminent…
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