wellthatsunusual
I remember when we were teenagers my sister begged for a white coat, it was kind of thigh length and had big square pockets. She wore it in public, ran into a boy from school and gained the nickname 'Prof' for about two years afterwards.
I lived in South America for a couple of years when I was a teenager.
When it was time to come back to the UK in November, we realised we didn't have any warm clothes. So we just had to get what was available.
I only wore that bloody Peruvian poncho once into town (to buy nice, normal winter clothes), and was tormented by cries of "Howdy, Clint!" until I left for sixth form college.