John had always has a love for pockets, pouches, and the like. He always wore hoodies for their big pouch, and cargo pants for the added pockets. It wasn't some really weird thing in his mind, he just found it more practical to carry things around.
Today he was on his way home from work when he noticed a Gypsy had set up a table on a street corner. He always liked to humor himself in believing in this sort of thing, so John decided to check it out.
"Hello John," said the Gypsy as he walked up. "Woah, how'd you know my name?" he asked. The Gypsy smiled, "I know a lot of things about you. Such as your love of pockets. And I think I have just the thing for you."
She pulled out a strange fuzzy yellow fanny pack from behind the counter. It was large, and had old lather straps. John had never seen anything like it. It almost looked like a wearable kangaroo pouch. She handed it to him. "Keep this as a gift from me, but be warned, never sleep with it on, and be mindful of the consequences if you decide to let someone ride in it."
John walked away in a daze, slightly confused about what had just transpired. Feeling the strange pouch in his hands he decided to try it on first thing when he got home.