Took my lunch break at the sandwich shop near the shop yesterday and some kid in line asked where I got my jacket. Told him it's just the canvas one I've worn at work for the past six years. He says lucky me, because he'd been shopping for one just like it but 'pre-distressed' and they wanted a couple hundred bucks for it at some trendy store downtown.
Pre-distressed. This thing has slag burns on the sleeve, a grease stain I gave up fighting years ago, and the cuff on the left side is basicly held togehter by thread. My boss's wife once offered to throw it out and I told her absolutely not, it's finally broken in.
So now the scorch marks and holey cuffs I've been mildly embarrassed about at the supply house are apparently a look people pay extra for. I'm sitting on a small fortune hanging on the hook by the shop door, I guess. Might start charging admission to look at my glove pile too.