Today, as I was walking down Camelback, I exchanged glances with a hip young woman with requisite choppy bleached hair, skinny jeans and yes…a fanny pack. I too, was sporting mine-just finishing up with a run looking not so fashionable in my running clothes which are just some faded black stretch pants and t-shirt. I gave her a thumbs up, feeling like we were soul sisters in the pursuit of hands free toting. (Okay-maybe the thumbs up occurred slightly after our momentary encounter)
After said observation I promptly switched my fanny packs orientation jauntily to the side understanding at that moment that position is everything.
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