Preppy Customer 1: [flipping through a rack of T-shirts] “Too trendy… too trendy… too trendy…”
Preppy Customer 2: [examining a display of jockstraps] “Too trendy… too trendy… too trendy…”
Preppy Customer 1: [inspecting an assortment of baseball caps] “Too trendy… too trendy… too trendy…”
And then this big, muscly, bearded, shirtless dude wearing motorcycle chaps and a harness strolled in, bellowed, “MARJORIE!!!” and about smothered me with a bear hug. The preppies froze for a second, gaped at each other, then quickly put everything back where they found it and ran away.
Score one for leathermen still traumatizing the bourgeoisie.