It's late at night, you're at a bar in an unsavory neighborhood (say, right next to Frat Row or the U.S. Capitol.)

Out of the corner of your eye you spot one of those skeezy late-nighters looking to chat you up and ask for your phone number. The kind that thinks they have a better chance after 2 a.m. (say, OMG! Ponies!)

So as soon as he gets right up next to you, you shout "Look over there!" then quickly side out of your coat, leaving it on the seat behind you.

The dude, thinking with one brain while the other is partially dead from l'alcohol, notice nothing and proceeds to start hitting up your coat, ultimately taking it home for a nightcap and his best success story in months!

The wearer, on the other hand, slid successfully out the door, shot a quick text message off to a more appropriate temporary roommate, and grabbed a taxi across town.

It's all quite practical really.

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(wear a helmet under that)

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