I used to work at a very well known, family-owned tee-shirt/sports apparel store just off campus at the college I attended.
We sold dozens of the hooded sweatshirts with the one big pocket on the front for warming one’s hands. The most popular one with the ladies was the white one.
One day, while all alone in the sweatshirt storage room, I decided that I was bored as shit and what better way is there to pass the time than to rub out a quick one….you know, slap boxing the one-eyed champ.
Long story short, on a regular basis for the next few months I made a deposit into just about all of the front pouches of the white hooded sweatshirts sold from this store. There’s no telling how many hands I soiled….