A few scenarios could occur:
1. They scream and recoil in horror
1a. They call the cops
1b. You go to jail
1c. You get a mugshot in said pants.
2. They don't scream or recoil in horror
2a. They don't call the cops
2b. You make a new [very close and personal, I might add] friend
2c. You get crazy with the self shots and upload them to your Tumblr/Facebook/Pinterest/Blog in your said pants [or perhaps not, depending how that all develops].
3a. You go call your Mum because you're bored and also want to find out if there's any history of mental illness in the family or at least some mild forms of personal space invasion type behaviours
3b. You go on Facebook and tell everyone about your pants and what you do did to some poor, unsuspecting person
3c. And more nothing.
I'm not sure which I prefer but on the bright side, the in your face print is actually pretty awesome to wear and it's flowers people! Blue, white and yellow flowers! And I never get excited about flowers because they are expensive and they die [I am not seeing the bright side here in terms of fresh cut freaking flowers and the joy they bring, blah, blah, blah]. So these are the flowers that The Boyfriend let me get myself. So romantic. Get yourself some here.
|wearing: Karen Walker sunglasses and sweatshirt, Elizabeth&James linen shirt, Federation pants and Timberlands.|
"They look great on you...they'd look so cute with a little ankle boot..."
"Naaaah, I'm not really that ki-..."
"...or a nice little stiletto? A sexy stiletto. That would look SO cool..."
"Mmmmm, no stiletto's aren't my thing, I usually cuff my pa-.."
"Ooh yeah and wear like a little Haviana in summer, oh god that would be really cute, ya know? Yeah.."
"I was thinking more of ah, Roman Sandals or Timberlands..."
"It's the hipster in me."
"Oh. Wow. *Dramatic pause and audible exhalation* Okay, you shouldn't say that ay, don't admit that...So, should I take those to the counter for you?"
"Firstly, awkward and ah, yes please."