There is a trend in fashion today specially in jeans with holes, I noticed women in the department stores looking at jeans and trying to decide which ones to buy, it is a mystery to me, if you are going to buy defective clothes what difference does it make where the holes are?

I was looking around to see what jeans they were buying to see if there was any pattern between what each one picked, however, I couldn’t find one, sometimes the jeans are ripped in the bottom, sometimes on the top, sometimes they are ripped on both sides, or there jeans with tears and holes.

I was pretending to be the president of one of these companies and I could see myself saying something like: Paul, what was our profit margin this month? after getting an answer I would say, …Why don’t we add couple extra holes on the back and save ourselves couple million dollars on material? And get with the marketing department to create a campaign called “Our Jeans have more holes” and price them with a 20% mark-up, that will increase our revenues as well by another 10%.

How many jeans with holes have you thrown out in the last few years? A fortune I’m sure, you didn’t realized they were going to be popular, just like the vinyl records, you threw them in the garbage and now they cost three times as much, you continue to tell your friends that you had the whole Beatles collection and threw it away, just like I had the whole Kris Kristofferson collection.

What is the appropriate age to wear jeans with holes? I was sitting in an airport chair looking at all the women going by and there were none pass the age of 40 with holes on their jeans. One thing i noticed is the size of the holes, the women arriving at the airport had jeans ripped with small slits above and below the the knees while those arriving by air had full size holes by their knees. This observation seems so odd, not only because I noticed some of the women but some men as well.

i have to say that the whole experience left me really puzzel. I could not continue my observations as the loud speaker announced the departure of my flight, people started lining up by numbers, on line 1 all the people flying on first class were ready to board, you may think that this are all the people with money, in fact they are the people who earn the least but travel the most, like the salesman and consultants. On line 2 you have the travelers with the airline credit cards, they walk slow but never look back at those with boarding groups beyond line 2, they feel important because they know they will be the first to fill the economy section of the plane and have plenty of room overhead to put their carry-on and their backpack. Lines 3 and 4 is a mixture of those who booked late or are on their yearly vacation, if they are heading south they are wearing flip flops and Caribbean shirts and if heading north they all wearing jeans with holes.

People on Line 5 are a special group, they book so far in advance they did ‘t really get any deals, they normally never travel by plane, it’s probably their first trip, their carry-on bag is bulging out of the seams, and their backpack is so big it doesn’t fit under a seat. They are constantly looking around to see what everyone else is doing, some of them you recognize immediately as they were the ones holding back the security line in front of you, the kids had backpacks full of candy and soda drinks, the dad with the bulging carry-on had to open his suitcase to pull out the computer buried underneath all his underwear, and the wife was wearing fashionable boots laced all the way to the knees, and when they finally passed thru the scanner they were returned to empty their pockets of the nail clips and the Pocket knives.

Finally I boarded the plane, this time I was sitting on row 17 economy class, window seat, my backpack used to fit underneath the seat in front of me, this time was not the case, why was my backpack so big? did I overfill it? Should I have been in group five? I finally managed to put my backpack underneath the seat, there was no room for my feet but even if the backpack wasn’t there it didn’t seem to be any room for my feet, my legs were pressed against the seat in front of me and the kid from group 5 behind me kept pushing my chair forward.

A 5-hour flight is an eternity, anything more than that is torture unless you’re a Salesman or a consultant, when I finally managed to relax and I was almost asleep my fellow passenger decided to recline his seat, I was licking the top of my knees, I tried to push as much as I could against the seat to no avail. By the time we arrived my legs have turned into a noodle knot, my back was pulsating from the instant massage I received from the five year old and my knees were sore and wet from all the liking I have done.

Finally we arrived and I deplaned, once we entered the departing lounge I noticed a lot of women with fashionable jeans with tears and holes, as I walk passed the passengers in the opposite direction I received constant smiles and heads of approval and then I realized that the crunch against the seat in front of me had made a hole on my jeans, you know were, right by my knees, now I’m as fashionable as you are.