Fanny Pack Attack (Part II)

Today, on the way to my Gender and Law class on the Metro, I saw what appeared to be a young, hip Chilean wear a fanny pack. It was leathery and very worn-down: not in the sense of "I got this at a thrift store to be hip," but rather, in the "I eat and breathe fanny packs, and thus, have worn this fanny pack every single day, every single hour of the day, every single minute of the day, every single second of the day, for the past 6 years" kind of deal. He was wearing it on his side, and definitely thinking he was hot shit.

Now that I've really noticed this fanny pack phenomenon, I can't help but see it EVERYWHERE. Can't. Escape. The. Fanny. Packs. Must. Resist.

That is all.