True story: A few years ago when I was working at the Tinder Box, some kid with his collar flipped up walked in front of the counter with his back to me. At the time, I was unaware of the whole "popped" collar nonsense, so I assumed he didn't know his collar was that way. Being the nice guy that I am, I reached over the counter and flipped his collar down. He looked at me flabbergasted, so I said "your collar was flipped up." He said "yeah, I know" and flipped it back up. I guess I'm the idiot.
What's depressing to me is that at the ripe old age of 27, all I do is sit around counting my ever-increasing grey hairs and complaining about young people. At this rate, I'll be a full-fledged curmudgeon by thirty. Now get off my lawn.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled thread...