Jeans Dirt Cheap
This is a real store. I pass by it on my way to the farmer’s market and I’m completely fascinated.
First of all, as you can see in the photo, there appears to be a haphazard pile of jeans with no attempt at a creative display . If you were to approach the window you would see nothing but jeans.
That’s right, NOTHING. There is no register, no counter, no shelves or racks inside, just enormous piles of jeans. It’s also unclear when they are “open” because there are no people around ever. No customers, no employees, no thieves, no one.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that this must be a front for drugs, or human trafficking, or circus animals or something.
Like maybe you walk in and ask, “Do you have a pair of Jordache in size 10?” and that really means, “I’d like six clowns and an ounce of heroin.”
In any case, I’m dying to go in there because I don’t own a pair of jeans and I feel like I should, being from Texas and all but I’m scared because I don’t want to end up having to take care of a bunch of clowns. We just don’t have the space for that.