You can’t see it but these pants are filthy. Apparently my hands carry all sorts of stains on them just waiting to dirty up white pants. There is a pen mark on them, what looks like oil from my car (???) and I’m pretty sure there is a Cheetos stain on the left leg. Thing is I can’t even remember the last time I ate Cheetos. Or washed these pants. That’s gross. I’m sorry you had to hear that story.
I want these white jeans to actually be these pants. But I don’t know if I can buy new white pants when I have these stained beauties. I tried to class up these pants by ironing a middle seam in them. Does that make me classy? No. The Cheetos stain does though. Consider it avant-garde.