For this reason, every pair of jeans has a little pocket within the front pocket…
We have, I assume, been speculating. And despite our best efforts, we were unable to come up with a meaningful purpose for this little pocket.
A mobile phone, little banknotes, or other items cannot be kept there since there is insufficient space for them. the keys, too? You’ve got to be joking; getting the key is not feasible for you.
But fear not—the British tabloid The Independent claims to have the solution to the age-old riddle, and it’s probably not what you’d expect.
You might have given it some thought now and then. All jeans, whether they are for men or women, typically have two front and two rear pockets.
One of the front pockets occasionally has a little pocket as well. Why, though, is it there?
It’s fascinating since we have to go back almost 200 years to pinpoint the origin. That little thumbnail-sized pocket was more of a functional solution to a problem that no longer existed than a stylish addition to pants.
The brilliant concept was created by the well-known Levi’s jeans firm.
The first “additional” pocket, according to The Independent, was developed in the 1800s. The explanation is that at the time, cowboys were the group most likely to be seen wearing jeans.
Cowboys used to either tuck their little pocket watches beneath their jackets or fasten them to a strap while riding, but both techniques led to the watch tumbling and shattering.
As a result, Levis began producing pants with a little pocket to protect the pocket watch.
The clock was placed in the cowboys’ pockets so they could ride without worrying that it may break. Smart!
I’m sorry, but I didn’t know that. It’s astonishing how well the appearance has held up with jeans throughout time. Although there are no longer any cowboys, their watch pockets still exist!
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BUT THAT’S NOT WHY PEOPLE STARTED WHISPERING We were at the Juneteenth festival—music playing, food trucks everywhere, kids laughing and running through the streets. I looked away for just a second to pay for a funnel cake, and when I turned back, my nephew Zavi was gone. Panic hit me like a wave. I dropped everything and started yelling his name, checking every bounce house, every face I passed. I was seconds away from calling 911 when I finally saw him—fast asleep in a police officer’s arms. The officer stood off to the side, calm, like this was nothing new. When I ran over, breathless and scared, he just nodded and said Zavi had wandered off near the snow cone truck and got tired. “Didn’t want to leave him alone,” he said, like it was no big deal. I thanked him, scooped Zavi up, and tried to move on. But then I noticed people staring. Whispering. A few had their phones out. Some were smiling—but not all of them. One woman near the food stand shook her head and said, “Must be nice to get that kind of response.” At first, I didn’t get it. Then it hit me. They weren’t whispering because Zavi had fallen asleep. They were whispering because of who was holding him— And what it might have looked like if just one thing had been different. Now I can’t stop thinking… Would he still be safe if he didn’t look so small, so tired, so harmless? 
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