King of Jeans
We all have days where the world seems like a disenchanting place. Sometimes retail therapy and a chocolate milkshake help. Or maybe simply passing by a cute puppy on the sidewalk. When you have an unshakable funk, though, you need something more drastic--like when holding your breath isn't enough and someone has to scare the hiccups out of you. Enter the "King of Jeans" sign. I've never been in this store. I have no idea if they sell clothes for men or women. All I know is that the King of Jeans sign will stop you in your depressed, foot-dragging steps and make you think: what in the holy fuck is going on here? A woman in leather hot pants and a matching bra falls to her knees while a shirtless stud, wearing nothing but jeans and pilgrim shoes, plants a smooch on her. What does the sign mean? "Shop here and blowjobs will be forthcoming?" Or perhaps, "Outfitting the submissive dominatrix since 1958?" I don't know, but this sign is not merely the notation of a store's location. It's a piece of art that is sure to bring a smile to the curmudgeonliest of faces.
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