Joe blinked, mouthing the words "five-pocket flare" and looked down at the jeans in front of him then over at the ones the other guy was looking at.
It couldn't have been more obvious that it went right over his head.
Finally, with a shake of his head to clear it, he pushed the jeans down the rack and looked at the next. "Okay." He rolled his shoulders into a determined set. "I can do this."