October 7, 2012



“I thought you were going to play football,” she says.
“Yeah,” I say.
“You’re wearing jeans.”
“Yes.”
“Wait,” she says. “I’ve never seen those jeans before. Those are like Mom jeans. Those are like Eighties jeans.”
“You know what these are, Sally,” I say.
“Really?” she says. There’s a little bit of laughter in her voice, a little bit of pity. “Those are Wranglers?”
I nod.
“Turn around,” she says.
I feel ridiculous but I do it.
“Huh,” she says. “They took that W thing off them. But those are Wranglers alright.”

(via Hobart :: Wrangler by Dave Housley)

“I thought you were going to play football,” she says.

“Yeah,” I say.

“You’re wearing jeans.”

“Yes.”

“Wait,” she says. “I’ve never seen those jeans before. Those are like Mom jeans. Those are like Eighties jeans.”

“You know what these are, Sally,” I say.

Really?” she says. There’s a little bit of laughter in her voice, a little bit of pity. “Those are Wranglers?”

I nod.

“Turn around,” she says.

I feel ridiculous but I do it.

“Huh,” she says. “They took that W thing off them. But those are Wranglers alright.”

(via Hobart :: Wrangler by Dave Housley)

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