When I was a teenager I had this exceedingly stupid “hit man” work shirt, and I went into a convenience store and the two dudes behind the counter looked at me with fear in their eyes and asked “what kind of work do you do?”. I kid you not. Too bad I wasn’t wearing this Boba Fett version. I might have been able to score free snacks for Jabba.
Also, the typo from the product page amuses me:
Send your tips to firstname.lastname@example.org.