I overheard a guy talking on the train yesterday that tested my skills in keeping a straight face. To be honest, it’s hard not to hear what people are talking about when they’re sitting less two feet away from you. So the talker in this story was a guy dressed in all his baggy glory, hat turned to the side, (seemingly) not an ounce of originality in him — except for his opinion on a few things.
You see, there were two guys on that car standing right in front of us wearing skinny jeans. One wore a white pair. After both had departed, talker started saying to the girl next to him, and not very quietly, that if you want to scream “I’m gay!” then wear those skinny girl jeans. “Guys should not be wearing girl jeans,” he went on and on about it then took a strange turn to tattoos and his “dumb-ass brothers.” His take on tattoos anywhere on the body besides the biceps: “how do they think they’re gonna be taken seriously? How they gonna get a job? Those dumb-ass (you insert the next word) with their tear-drop tats think it looks cool now, but wait till they can’t get a job!”
He finished up, laughing and saying “but at least they ain’t wearing those skinny-ass girl jeans!”
