Gotta love those beefy troglodytes! they do serve a purpose. Many years ago I was attending a private party at the House Of Blues on the Sunset Strip. I was running late and was speeding my way through the dining room to the area cordoned off for the event, wearing the House Of Blues jacket that Dan Ackroyd had given me. When I slipped past the ropes one of my friends said, "Did you see what happened?"
I looked at him with some confusion and said, "Nope, what are you referring to?"
Seems that two steroid cases had spotted me and sprinted on a course to intercept me and were just about to tackle me when one of them recognized the jacket (which is only made for Dan) and immediately pushed away the other steroid case, pointing at the jacket. All this happened mere inches behind oblivious me. I never noticed a thing.