fat guy in little jamie jacket

not much going on downtown. decide not to get a taco. get a compliment instead. from a big ol' mexican guy with a pony tail. these things just happen. points at me. says "i like it, i like it." i look at myself. what? my hair? my shirt? someone behind me? what? maybe he's coming on to me? if so, i'm scared. confused, i ask, "i'm sorry, you like what?" "the jacket. the jacket." he motions with his hands how i have my collar flipped up. "very nice. very nice. i like it." slightly embarrassed, and a little concerned that if i stick around too long my jacket will become his jacket, i smile and say, "oh, thank you," and continue walking.