It happened just the other day.
And to tell you the truth I was hoping no one would notice.
I had bought online a new pair of pants. Khakis, in fact.
I know creatives aren't supposed to wear khakis. They're an emblem, I suppose, of suburbia and preppy middle-class convention.
It was as hot as fuck out. Pigeons were melting where they pecked. And khakis, non-conformity be damned, are lighter weight than jeans.
So I put on my online khakis.
And that's when I did it.
I rolled them up a turn. Then two turns.
That's right, I had cuffed my pants like the cool kids do.
I forget who noticed.
But someone said, 'look at George with the rolled up pants.'
I went as red as a Soviet flag.
"Just trying to keep up with the kids," I sotto voce'd.
"What's next, George? A wool cap?"
I turned back to my computer and pecked away at some copy that needed writing.
"No," I answered without turning from my keyboard. "That would be ridiculous."