Minding someone else's business

I was walking out of the Rite Aid on Salina Street the other morning when I almost crashed into two rather rough looking urban types, if you will. I was wearing jeans, a dress shirt and a blazer. The jeans were the size I always wear. The size I wear I say, no boxers showing or anything. The one crack head says to the other, "look at that shit." The other makes sounds of disapproval and then directs that disapproval towards moi. "How you gonna kick somebody in the chest wit dem tight jeans on?" I ignored them and continued across the street. As per usual, I though of the perfect response five minutes later. I should have demonstrated for the gentleman.