My mom picked up my brothers coat one day and got really confused because it was heavy. As in, several extra pounds. So, being a good mother she decided to empty out his rather large coat pockets for him. So she brings the coat to the entryway, muttering about how he'd best not have rocks in the pockets, reaches a hand in, and stops muttering in shock and horror...
And pulls out a large handful of ketchup packets. She just keeps pulling more out. For a good three minutes of reaching in a hand a removing it again, all that was found was ketchup packets until the pocket was empty. There was just a pile of ketchup packets that weighed a good 2.5 pounds, and both of us are just standing there staring at it.
Then came the second pocket. Several more minutes of pulling Ketchup packets put of his pocket later, the pile has doubled or more in size. All told, he had about 5 or 6 extra pounds of ketchup packets in his coat pockets. Mom wasn't even mad by the time she was done, she was just afraid. I was less surprised than she was, as I and other family members have had to stop him (regularly) from just drinking ketchup, although he swears up and down that his friends gave him those packets and he forgot to throw them away.
Not a fanny pack, but I hope you can empathize with him at least a little bit.
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