Times
Square, interchangeable with Canal Street, Empire State Building, or the red
bus, are the specific locations that never fail to turn any New Yorker’s dream
into a night terror, except between the hours of 12am and 5am. Why? Because
that’s when the fanny packs, mandals, and mom jeans have returned to their
hotel rooms to avoid what propaganda taught them is an indefinite attack.
The task
at hand is to find a way of comprehending the events and thoughts leading to
these erroneous accessories running rampant and consequence free. It is time to
work out suitable solutions, allowing New Yorkers to no longer bear witness to
this blasphemy. Since the New Yorkers are clearly the only ones who understand
the calamity built in to the accessories, city-folk need to do America the
favor of cluing tourists in as to why they are easier to spot than a giraffe in
a kiddie pool.
Giuliani
cleaned up the streets and now it’s time for a power wash. Some hypothesis that
come to mind are the lack of mirrors, the horrible, yet all too common “because
everyone else is doing it”, or the offender wants a target on their head
that says “I don’t know where I am. Please come take my money”. Surely there is
a way for New Yorkers and others can co-exist, at least for that week.
Evidently, that will only happen once these three disasters are back in East
Nowheresland. A grave a task is at hand.
Mom jeans
are by far the worst of this trio. Yes, that is a universal shudder rippling
through the city. When the concept of these catastrophic denims is broken down,
it’s shocking that only New Yorkers are repulsed. Mom jeans highlight the worst
parts of a woman’s body. If ever one comes across man wearing them, just run. Clearly
there is a much larger issue than the pants.
After
doing some Googling o figure out why people make these horrible choices, Yahoo had the answer. There
were several possible causes with two considerably valid. First, the lack of a
mirror was argued. Of course there are ways around it, but this one will
suffice. The second reasonable cause is delusional thinking/ mental disease or
defect. Need proof? One wrongdoer cited comfort as the culprit. Not even
slightly possible. The muffin top which is always served with mom jeans is
evidence to the contrary.
Using
mirrors, rather than glass in the store fronts standing brave in “mom jean
territory”, will force perpetrators to confront the heinous sight. This should
shock them into a horrified panic resulting in the dropping the hotdog and
heading to Kinkos to order pajama jeans. Pajama jeans are usually
outlawed, but given the “comfort” factor, they get a reprieve. New
Yorkers vow to look the other way just as long as the muffin top goes by way of
mom jeans. Regarding the delusional thinkers aforementioned, if pajama jeans
not to their liking a medical professional will need to intervene. This task
is too large for one without proper training,
Next, the
fanny pack is on the chopping block. Back to Google. The first two pages of the
fanny pack search brought up (gasp) shopping websites with illustrations.
Apparently this behavior is not only accepted, but encouraged. Is it that much
harder to drape something over a shoulder or (gasp again) pack lightly enough
for a pocket to suffice? Pant pockets are plentiful and purposeful folks.
While
investigating, I came across nothing that justifies a fanny pack. As a result,
the two most obscene answers are provided for entertainment. The first fanny
pack vigilante proclaimed they are excellent when running. Pardon? They
slip and bounce based on the laws of physics. Clearly this gentleman has come
across a very magical fanny pack and is allowed to continue the use, not in New
York. Next, it was mentioned that the packs were making a comeback.
Again, Pardon? This is a larger issue than originally thought.
The only
solution to the fanny pack plague is to fight by way of stick. Stick?
Yes, since no one wants to reach out and hit a fanny pack with their own skin,
a stick is the perfect tool. And free. Once the stick is secure in the New
Yorker’s hand, reach to the pack and slap down. To make sure this revolution is
embedded deep inside tourist’s brains, somewhere in the range of 250-500 need
slapping. The minute there is confirmation of this protest in hometowns news
stations will run this story like all other manufactured cataclysms. Over
dramatic reporting and heresay will make simple stick hits seem like
Armageddon. Stick-A-Geddon is the only way to make tourists leave their packs at
home…..or cancel their trip due to fear.
Finally,
the dreaded mandal is under fire. No one would ever notice these if not
for the ridiculous pairing of dirty socks or crusty, corned, hammer toes. A
pair of Easy Spirits is surely more comfortable than straps that dig infected
feet, made only worse after walking. The sneaker is the suitable choice, not
only for tourist comfort, but New Yorkers sight as well. No logic
explains how a flimsy mandal beats a good ole orthopedic sole. Thus, there no
explanations for mandal wearing need stating.
Upon
further research, it is once again proven that Google failed New Yorkers. This
slap in the face was delivered in the form of mandal shopping portals
accompanied by visuals. This is unacceptable. The horror is compounded because
Google’s headquarters is located on the island of Manhattan. The plan of action
here is to get SEO marketers to bump the mandal purchasing gateways (and fanny
packs) to the obscurity of page three, replacing them with pajama jeans.
Rest easy
comrades, the dark times are almost through. Hopefully by summer 2012 these
items will only exist in museums and history books. Just remember, teamwork is
key. Everyone should act as their own mini Giuliani and keep this fantastic
city safe and crime free.
One last
thing, is anyone willing to run into people red rover style, tourist or not,
when they walk four deep across the sidewalk in the middle of rush hour as
slowly as they can?
