I purchased you in the early ninties.There were times when I couldn't wear you; you waited patiently with my "medium-sized" clothes until I could wear you again. I took you out of the drawer in 2006, and after all these years, parts of your denim were as thin as paper towels.
And much like paper towels trying to cover my big butt for 16 years might, you came apart yestereday with a loud ripping sound when I sat down just a little too hard, and out came my left butt cheek.
In the shoe store. (Thanks for that.)
Yea, you were friendly. Comfortable. My students called you, "Mom Jeans" but We had an understanding, didn't we? You covered me where you should: comfortably around the waist, and never, ever threatened to show the top of my underwear or butt crack.
I don't even know if they make normal jeans like you any more. I suspect not.
RIP, dear friend. (No pun intended.)
