Are you better off now than you were one year ago? If so, you can probably credit that vague sense of well-being to the Fort Worth Transportation Authority’s ban on wearers of saggy pants, which took effect in late May of 2011. After all, there is nothing more heinous in a world of high unemployment, crazy climate change weather, and extreme political gridlock than seeing the top half of a young person’s underwear in public.
Since hot weather is upon us, can the T expand its list of sartorial sins to include those committed by middle-aged people a.k.a. my peers? At least saggy pants violators keep their flesh covered. When the temps climb above 90, some forty-plus-year-old Fort Worthers lose their inhibitions where exposing pale, stretch mark- and cellulite-covered bulges is concerned, be it via shorts, tank tops, or sleeveless t’s. Flip flops gross the hell out of me, too, especially if your feet look like lime-encrusted prehensile stumps. Public transportation in Fort Worth would be nirvana if we can eject these offenders, too.
Baggy pants lead to cannibalism, and you know what that leads to.
Dinner?
Naked Lunch