Unpleated is a short fiction satire I wrote a while back. Thought I’d share it. Here is a brief excerpt:

So here was my conclusion: all things being equal—because I, too, was funny and smart and clever—the biggest part of his success could be directly tied to his clothes. I called it his cool guy uniform. And if we wanted to get into specifics, the one real differentiator were his pants. Where as I went around in my pleated Haggar wrinkle-free washables, he gallivanted around here unpleated, uncuffed, and unconcerned. He was brash and care-free and everyone knew it cause he had nothing to hide. He was unpleated.

Hey, you can tell a lot about a man by the type of pants he wears.