It was the spring of 2005. Popped collars, while still douchey, were all the rage among the campus bar scene. At Brother's, tired of shouting and trying to read lips, I zoned out holding a bottle and watched the following interaction take place.
Girl, walking to the bathroom, stops in front of a guy talking with his friend. "Oh, hey. What's up," he says, obviously thinking she is into him. She reaches up and un-pops his worn A&F polo. Bleary eyed, she looks him right in the face. "You're not that cool." And walks away.
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