The action: a navy blue late-model family sedan – a Caddy, I'm pretty sure – pulls up alongside me. It is piloted by a dead ringer for Philip Seymour Hoffman, and is crowded with besuited middle-aged men and what I presume are their elderly mothers. The rear passenger window goes down and one of the ancient women calls out to me.
OLD LADY: "Thank you!"
ME: "Uh…you're welcome."
OLD LADY: "Aren't you wearing fatigues?"
ME: (Looks at Marc Ecko hoodie, which features a camo pattern) "Oh! I see. No, it's just a jacket."
OLD LADY: "Oh."
OLD LADY: "Well, Merry Christmas!"
ME: "Merry Christmas to you, too!"
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