The Curse of the Puffy Coat

When the weather started to turn, I had my mom send me my winder coat from back home, and I figured it would be sufficient. I had this coat for the rare occasion when I was in the snow, so it was definitely warm enough for the weather. That's not the issue here: the problem was that compared to everyone else with their slick coats, mine looked ridiculous. It had a fur-lined hood, gigantic puffy arms, and it was super heavy, making it impossible to take anywhere. It was also really snug on the inside, so every time I wore a suit it would get wrinkled. 

I was at a friends house for dinner, and when I hung up my coat on the coat rack (there were only 2 coats on it), it broke off the wall. The next day I thrifted a navy surplus pea coat, and it's served me well ever since. In short, don't be puffy coat guy at the party.