Slaves To Fashion

A teenager came into the hardware store yesterday asking if we sold lighters. I took him to the BBQ section where we have assorted BBQ lighters as well as a standard Bic lighter. He chose the Bic and as I followed him to the front desk, I observed his attire. He had on the classic baggy jean and oversized shirt. I don't know how they can walk in those things. When I rang up his sale and told him the amount due, he proceded to search through his pants pockets for money. He was practically reaching down to his ankles to find the bottom of his pockets. He dug and dug and dug some more until he finally came up with a few crumpled dollars bills mixed with other stuff he probably hadn't seen in days. He then said he guessed he no longer needed the lighter as he had finally found his matches.