“Nope, nope, not this either…. no one would want this. I don’t even want this,” Jioni said. She tossed the junk to the floor.
After thirty minutes, Jioni gave up. She put her satchel on and pulled her braided hair into a tighter ponytail. As she yanked on the doorknob, her eye caught something—something tacky that hung by the door. She ran the fabric through her fingers and held up the most useless item of them all.
It was the infamous ugly flannel—tackiness didn’t come from its condition, but its outdatedness—a 21st-century green plaid design. Jioni’s face scrunched up, and she lowered it as she hesitated to put it on. She eyed it up and down before tying it around her waist to carry. Then drew a harsh breath at the thought of getting caught wearing it; It must have lasted 100 years because no one wanted to wear it in 100 years.
