bum stalker.

So last year I worked at Levi’s.

It’s been exactly a year since I started working there actually.

I miss it. So, so much. I miss my Levi’s family. They helped keep me sane last year.

Anywho.

On my very first day, my manager told me that I’d be able to look at peoples bums and be able to tell what kind of jeans they are wearing. I laughed and called him crazy.

He promised me that I’d forever look at people’s bums and analyze what kind of jeans they are wearing.

Guess what?

It’s been a months since I’ve been back to my beloved Levi’s of St. George Utah, and I analyze peoples bums.

I whisper 510’s, 501, slim straight, 517 boot cuts, to myself.

So, friends. I’m not a creeper staring at your bum.

I’m just trying to figure out what kind of jeans you are wearing.

Is that weird?

Happy November little ones!