Why I Hate Gaucho Pants, Part 46

So I'm sitting in the sun outside of my office, enjoying my midafternoon cigarette break and people-watching. It's beautiful outside, and the last thing I want to do is go back into that Freon-dripping icebox I call a workplace, so I finish my cigarette and sit around doing nothing for awhile.

Eventually, I realize I probably ought to go back. I decide that I'll go inside once I see three more girls walk by wearing gaucho pants, the fat stepsister of capri pants. This feat took all of two minutes.

Are you kidding me? Have you no dignity? A gaucho is a South American cowboy. In other words, THIS CREEPY DOLL:


Is that what you want to look like?? Is that who you want to be??

God, I HATE gaucho pants!