went out for lunch, and on the way he spotted a sale: a nalgene, caribiner, and hankerchief for $10. He was in need of a new waterbottle, and I floated him the money. He chose a rusted orange nalgene, a black caribiner, and a brownish hankerchief (he's such an autumn, which limits my ability to borrow his clothing, the bastard). He absentmindedly took his new bandana and stuck it in his back pocket, which elicited much laughter to spurt from my piehole.
Obviously he has never heard of hanky codes; since I was feeling benevolent, I revealed to him the error of his ways. While I doubt that anyone else in the area is aware of hanky codes, I didn't think he'd want to take a chance. I'm pretty sure he didn't want to advertise the fact that he's into that sort of thing, mostly because he isn't, at least to the best of my knowledge.
