I was passing a young man fashionably loitering on the sidewalk today and noticed that his pink satin embroidered jacket (which clashed with his red patterned shorts and boxers but in a nice, eye popping kinda way) had a price tag hanging from the back. I helpfully told him ”Baby, you have a tag hanging from the back of your jacket!” just in case he wanted to remove it because being embarrassed in public is the absolute worst thing to ever happen to a teenager, or so I recalled.
“Ma’am, hanging tags are HIP.”
“They are?”
“Yes’m.”
How ’bout that?! Next time I forget to remove a tag, I can feel smugly content basking in the knowledge that I am at the cutting edge of fashion. Of course, my tags aren’t going to say $250 for an embroidered jacket. My tags are generally marked final clearance $3.97.
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