buying fake jeans
ed. sidenote, i'm tired of the sticky post: donate!
as some of you know, new york is home for everything counterfeit. purses? of course. watches, absolutely.
what you see less often are designer jeans.
yes, the washes look good. all the tags look pretty much the way they should. the tags are a perfect match. so, by all appearances, these fake jeans look GOOD.
until you try them on. but that's the thing, most people don't try them on. there's a table set up on a busy corner and the guys selling don't always give you the opportunity to try them on. you pay them $40 and pray.
but i was wandering through soho, on my way to meet justin and found a table of them on spring street. i stopped, perused, and heard a guy say, "you can try them on if you want." i asked where and he directed me to an italian restaurant where they "had a deal" with the managers and we could walk on in and use their bathroom. all i had to do was leave my cell phone.
i was supposed to meet justin any second so i handed my cell phone over and told the guy, "if it rings, answer it and tell the guy on the other end of the line to meet me here." with that, i was headed to the italian place.
the bathroom was TINY...and...the jeans fit horribly. huge in the waist, not enough room in the thighs. they were just a mess. by the time i got back to the table, justin was there and waiting for me, i handed over the jeans, got my phone back and we went on our merry way.
i did, however, think it was hilarious that justin called me to have some huge black dude with a super low voice answering my phone. he said it scared the shit out of him. and when the guy said, "dude, i'm selling jeans on the street, she's in a changing room come on over" he had to laugh at himself.
only in new york kids, only in new york...