Here's a funny story...well alright a humorous story:
I'm at the airport in Grand Rapids, MI waiting on a flight to San Francisco. I'm sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the gate because my cell phone is about dead and it's the only place there is an outlet. Anyway, this guy appears down the hallway heading into the concourse. His pants are riding about middle of his thigh and he has white boxers on. On his belt are four....count them FOUR cell phones. He has a baggy t-shirt with some sports thing or another on it and a baseball hat with the bill cocked to one side. He's got one cell phone in his ear and since his pants are so low he cannot walk with a regular gait and has to sort of waddle with a little shuffle to go along with his 1970s pimp strut he's got going with the upper half of his body.
Now I'm thinking I've never seen anyone so damn cool in my life. If only I could be so cool. He sits down a bit down the hall and sticks his untied converse or whatever out into the hall. The whole time he's holding this cell phone to his ear. I never hear him say a single word into the phone...not one.
Finally, we begin boarding. I think great, Huggy Bear here is going to be on the same flight. He's in first class and moseys on up. I'm about two people behind him heading to coach. He still has this phone up to his ear not saying anything. As we walk down jetway to the plane his pants drop to his knees. It was all I could do to not bust out laughing. But the guy was so cool he never removed the phone. With his free hand he reaches back, grabs the belt and pulls, yanking back and forth to pull them back on. Now he has this muffin thing going with his boxers.
I realized at that moment how uncool I've been all my life.
) I didn't get a belt for like a week so I was stuck having to keep at least one hand in my pocket to hold my pants up 
