I went to The Goodwill to buy some cheap work pants.
Looking at the rows and rows of work pants in one Goodwill, then picturing the rows and rows of work pants in all the Goodwills, Salvation Armies, and all second hand stores gave me reason to muse.
The brighter side of myself things maybe the person got fat and left his skinny work pants to buy new ones. Maybe he found a new job where he could wear whatever the hell he wanted.
The grayer side of myself ponders how many dead mans pants am I looking at. How many men have lived in work pants their whole lives and now here are the remnants left by family or friends. These work pants left by dead men awaiting a whole new generation to live and die in them.