this morning during a terrible morning commute (where I waited 20 minutes on a freezing F platform outside for a train only to have it be completely full and after another 10 minutes, i realized another train was not ever going to come and so i left the station and walked to the R) i noticed a long white strip on a guy's pair of jeans. he was walking up the stairs in front of me and as i closed in on the gap between us, i realized that the patch on the back of his left leg was one of those stickers that lists the waist and length of your jeans. 34 36 was neatly printed in two columns over and over. i couldn't imagine this was left there on purpose. i mean, this guy looked rather hipstery - the detailing on the back pocket was nothing i had ever seen, leaving me thinking it was yet another new, boutiquey high-end jeans company. for the next 30 seconds, i hemmed and hawed as to whether or not i should tell him. i know if it were me, i would be thankful for the notice, but i couldn't tell with this guy. would be he thankful, or would embarassment overhwhelm him and make him turn mean? in the end i didn't tell him and no, i don't feel guilty about it either.
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