Hello? Fashion Police? Yes. I'd like to report a Fashion Crime. I'm standing here in line at the Salt Lake Bees game, anxiously awaiting my turn to order one of those heavenly Colossomo's "All Star" Hot Dogs and the gentleman in front of me obviously forgot to do a serious butt-check before leaving home.
What's that you say? Am I seeing any cheekage? Oh, thank goodness, no. Just a smidgen of baby-blue pinstriped boxer.
How big is the offense, you ask? I'd estimate the rip is approximately 3 1/2" in length by about 1/4" wide.
Yes. I'd have to say that he does appear to have an uncaring attitude about the entire incident. In fact the snap to his back pocket is flippantly undone as well!
Seriously, people... it's called a Butt-Check! If you don't have a full-length mirror or a loving spouse, then find a friend who will be honest and tell you What NOT to Wear!
I really did NOT need to see that the entire TWENTY minutes I stood in line for my fully-loaded piece of meat-heaven. I mean it was like a train-wreck. I didn't want to look, and yet I couldn't look away; especially when he bent over to retrieve his dropped quarter. I mean, I HAD to watch, just in case his pants busted wide open. Nevertheless, c'mon! The Butt-Check (like the booger-check and food-in-teeth check) is just one of those unspoken social graces that we all expect each other to abide by. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.