So there I was, eating dinner amid the dim lighting and barbecue aromas of a Cajun restaurant, and I started to get this weird shivery sensation, and just like that I knew that someone, somewhere, was talking about my pants. It's a spooky, unsettling feeling, like someone reading bad poetry over your grave...
By the way, I should tell you that I find the sniggering tone of the OP offensive -- there is absolutely nothing 'amusing' about parachute pants. They are solemn and dignified attire, appropriate for all occasions, including church, jury duty, and funerals. So what if they happen to have thousands of rhinestones? They're pretty, Goddammit!