Slim In The Leg

Slim In The Leg

Revised

Blake was walking up the stairs behind James at the Clinton-Washington avenue subway station. “What's with the hole on the back of your jeans?”

“My other good pair are crusted because of my unfortunate jaunts through heavily salted slush puddles. I really should wash them before the salt starts to eat through them. I can’t believe we got all that snow!”

“I can’t believe it’s gone already. When did you decide that the jeans were unwearable?”

James laughed and looked back. “I guess last Sunday. I knew that I couldn't wear the jeans again without washing them. The filth made me a spectacle.”

Blake scoffed as he shifted his messenger bag. “So why not wash them? You have free laundry at your place, right?”

“Well, you don't want to wash your denim too often. The oils and stuff in your skin makes the denim sort of custom fit you.”

Blake scoffed louder. “That’s gross, man.”

James and Blake walked onto the sidewalk toward the park. The snow had already melted. The ground was wet but the sun was warm and the sky was blue. “No, I insist that this is the best way to wear jeans.”

James stopped at the drinking fountain for some water. “Wear them at least three days a week and wash them at a maximum of once a month.”

“Why?!”

“Because, you start with a somewhat snug fit and they transform into a pair of custom fit jeans. The denim takes on your shape and it fits you better than it could ever fit anyone else. And, in fact, no one else should every wear your jeans. You should be able to wear them until the day you die.”

“It seems like if you wore them that much they would wear out a lot faster, though I guess you never know when you’ll die. Still, this assumes that a persons waistline stays the same through the ages,” said Blake.

“Maybe it's an incentive to age more gracefully. Having old denim to serve as a reference point through the decades?” James said as he pulled the Frisbee from his bag.
“Don't jeans change style over time? Like, wont those just look like cheap old shit in 5 to 15 years? Throw it.”

James threw the Frisbee to Blake. “Some things change, but the kind of fit that works for you never does”.

Blake catches the Frisbee. “Given the presumption that you don’t change.“ Blake threw the Frisbee and it hooked right.

James sprinted to catch the Frisbee. “A little incentive never hurt anyone.” He picked it up from the wet ground and threw it back to Blake.