The Blue Jacket was the coolest club downtown. When Miles tried to go to the club with his friends, he was stopped by a bouncer.
“You can’t come in here,” the bouncer said.
“Why?” Miles asked. “I’m Miles, by the way.”
“Orlando, nice to meet you,” the bouncer said. “Look at all of your friends. They’re all wearing ice blue jackets. That’s our official brand.”
“And I’m wearing a blue jacket.”
“You’re wearing a cobalt blue jacket from Men’s Warehouse.”
“So?”
“So it’s not the right jacket,” Orlando said. He let Miles’s friends into the club.
“Can you get me the right jacket, Orlando?” Miles asked.
“No, you have to get them from an exclusive seller,” Orlando said. Then he drew close to Miles. “Luckily, there’s a food truck across the street that sells the jackets.”
Miles thanked Orlando and headed over to a taco truck. The window was closed, and a sign said, “Be back soon.” Miles waited on the street.
After a few minutes, there was some banging in the truck, and the window opened.
“Hi, my name is Orlando. What can I get for you?” the person in the food truck said.
“Orlando, it’s me, Miles,” Miles said to the person who was clearly the bouncer.
“Hi Miles, nice to meet you,” Orlando said, ignoring their previous connection. “What can I do for you?”
“I want to buy a jacket,” Miles said.
“Oh, I don’t sell jackets,” Orlando said. “But you can get a free ice blue jacket if you buy ten tacos.”
“Okay, ten tacos,” Miles said.
“I only accept taco tokens,” Orlando said.
“Where do I get taco tokens?” Miles said, clearly frustrated.
“Right down the street, there’s a white van that has ‘currencies’ written on the side,” Orlando said.
“How cool is this club?” Miles asked.
“It’s pretty cool, honestly,” Orlando said.
“How long will it take you to get down to the currency van?” Miles asked.
“Just a few minutes. I’ll meet you there.”