Necessity Is the Mother of the Fanny Pack
Get ready for this one. . . I've started jogging. For the past two weeks I've gone jogging like four times a week. I run about two miles each day. When I leave the house, I generally only carry two things with me: my iPod and my house keys. This is pretty much all I really need to go out running, but lately my neuroticism has been getting the best of me.
What if I trip, fall, and die while I'm on my jog? The authorities will not be able to identify me, because I'm not carrying a wallet. What if I'm running through the park and I spot a heinous crime taking place. Am I going to run to the nearest police station to report it? No. But I can't call the cops, because I don't carry my cell phone. My wallet and my cell phone are two items that I should really be carrying if I leave the house for more than fifteen minutes. This means I've now got four items to carry - cell phone, iPod, keys and wallet. Where will I put them?
I'll tell you where I'll put 'em. I'll put 'em around my waist. In a convenient little apparatus known as the fanny pack. The perfect marriage of fashion and function. Now only one dilemma remains, choosing the perfect pouch.