or “Why baggy pants worn around the bottom of one’s butt can be dangerous to one’s health.”
The dude in the apartment next door to me is one of those white thug boys, baggy pants, big jewelry, rap music…which is all well and good for him.
I really only hate him when I work third shift…I usually have just laid down to sleep when he turns on his music. LOUD. Usually rap and hip hop, but the bad part is the infinitely repetitive bass lines, which are all I can hear through the walls. I can’t very well ask him to turn his music down during the daytime, which makes me wish apartment complexes would have a couple of buildings set aside for little old ladies and third shift workers…but that’s another thread entirely.
Anyhow, yesterday he’d left his house just before I did, and was walking down the stairs right in front of me. All of a sudden, his right shoe gets stuck in the absurdly huge cuff of his pants leg as he’s taking a step, and I get to see the look of fear on his face as his imminent doom approached. Well, he caught himself before he did a face plant, but was still off balance, so as he attempted to get everything straight again, he ran smack dab into the corner of the building, his forehead bounced off, and he fell on his butt.
I haven’t had such a good laugh in a long time. I did help him up, though.
hee hee!
Funny. 
I believe I was in high school when that fad started.
My mom was dropping off my younger siblings one day when a kid in the car ahead of her got out and had his saggy-baggy-bottoms fell straight to his ankles.
Mom said he just yanked them to their proper just-below-the-ass level and kept on truckin’.
I personally got a kick out of watching one young man trying to RUN in them!
Looked like he was doing an obstacle course. How to describe it….he kept kicking his legs out to the side with every step, if that makes sense.
If not, just yank yours down and give it a go.
You’ll get the idea!
These sorts of things really make me think there’s something to that whole karma thing. He keeps you awake with loud music and the universe came pretty close to giving him a smack upside the head.
At the high school where I was doing my student teaching all the kids would gather on the front steps every morning. To be dropped off out front was a big deal, very seen and be seen, sort of stuff.
The boys had been wearing those horrid baggy pants for a few years and it had gotten to the point where they were sewing the pants to their boxers, about five inches down from the waist of the boxers. The boxers were tighter, I guess, and were supposed to hold up the floppy waisted pants.
One morning in october one kid walked his stylin’ self up the walk and started up the stairs. A couple of steps up he managed to pants himself and since the pants were sewn to the boxers, he was completely naked from the waist down. There wasn’t much to see really, his shirt covered everything except a bit of his butt when he reached down to pull up his pants, thank goodness. My students are always horrified when I tell that story-- they think him quite brave for not dropping out.