Sagging

Today a young man was standing in front of me at the crosswalk on Broadway with his pants sagging below his butt. Fully below his butt. He is shorter than me and it was colder outside than I had expected and I thought, there he is in his underwear and he's probably a lot colder than I am. I wondered how his pants stayed up below the body bumps that keep them from falling down entirely. The weight of his thick leather belt would do it.

At 175 lbs presently, my size 33 waist Levis fit snugly when I button them up but once I begin walking the Levis begin traveling downward. I need a belt cinched tightly to keep them in place. I must be actual size 32 by now. I don't know, I haven't checked to see if those fit.

He pranced across the street faster than I can go and I did not notice he was going to the neighborhood bodega as I was, so there he was again, inside the store in front of me again at the counter. The young man behind the counter has become a friend, and his father too, since I go there a lot over the last decade and he's always there.

The saggy pants guy is basically in his underwear in a food place.

When he reached for coins in his pocket he had to bend over to reach to his knees because that's how low his pockets are and pushing his hand into his pocket forced him to hold up his pants with his other hand.

I wonder how he'd respond if I said to him, an old man saying to a young man, "You have a really cute butt."

And act innocent, without laughing, like that's a perfectly normal thing to say in public when someone is poncing around with their underwear fully showing.

After all, he's showing his butt to the world. And that includes pervs.

And I'm still wondering how his pants don't slip down to his ankles. I cannot work that out theoretically.