It was the 70's. They were tight. I was a boy. And it what makes the story worse is that my parents didn't have money so I was forced to wear the damn things in a rotation of once every three days.
And that's why I hate the 1970s
In hindsight: The trial built character as I was teased relentlessly. Maybe it made me a better man. Maybe but I know my bitter hatred towards anything polyester and 1970s stems from this present.