Picture this, you finish another tough days work in the workshop. Covered in glue stains, layers upon layers of dust clog your hair, leaving a thick smog behind you. The smell of oils and woods surround you like a forcefield. You're PPE is all steamed up and you still have the pencil you lost 2 hours ago tucked behind your ear.
You get back home. The low camera angle pans back as the front door swings open. Clouds of dust and debris fills the air behind you. Heavy rock music is blasting through the speakers as a well timed power shortage starts flickering the lights as you slowly enter the building; mimicking a WWE Wrestlemania entrance.
You slowly turn and maintain eye contact with your shocked partner as you grin and remove your fogged up goggles and dirty boots. While they shake their head in disgust, you lift your hand and point at the words on your chest, and give them a single nod in recognition of their horror. You're straight outta the workshop.
(Results may vary but this is basically how I feel every time I enter a building wearing this hoodie)