D.B. Cooper's Brother

            I was at the bank waiting in line, when a man walked in and stood behind me. We were the only two customers waiting. The man was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. He reminded me of the old FBI wanted posters for D.B. Cooper. 
            The tellers were taking their sweet time and there was nothing to do but look around. I noticed the man's shoes were similar to mine.
            "Did you buy your shoes at Big Five?" I asked him.
            "Yeah, $14.00. I'm not going to pay two hundred dollars for a pair Nikes. That's ridiculous."
            "I know what you mean."
            "When I was a kid, tennis shoes cost 99 cents. We'd dye them black to make them look better. Once in a while I'll buy an expensive shirt. I paid $150 for one a while back. The store threw in these pants for free."
            I looked down at his pants. Blue denim. The material looked on the thin side.
            "They've faded some now." The man reached for his belt line and flipped his pants inside-out to show me the original color of the jeans. "See look."
             "Yeah." I felt myself pull back as I looked at the man holding his belt line.
             "The only problem is the dye is turning my legs blue. I have to scrub my legs when I take my pants off. It's a pain in the ass."